Some Day

If silence is a value in music, when stillness inevitably culminates in dance a stop along the way occurs, continuous evolution, to enjoy the best, known, allowing us to take that train which goes straight past and does not ask questions.

Luis Martínez

The picture is the following: A couple is talking, like almost everybody, to say nothing, to not listen what is happening in the inside or, simpler, what is happening in the outside. A woman crosses the space feeding her rush. This is her job and she justifies it with useless objects.

The sound of a train gives some atmosphere to a hidden place where there is no hope. A bundle of ropes could be used to escape, even if it means dying, but no one stops to try to understand. Staying alive is the job, so it’s better if you fill the time in order to avoid thinking; otherwise, you can realize you can escape in order to be free and do it. Can you imagine? Leading a different life?

Courage is a job for extraordinary people and, like the word says, you must be very very ordinary to be audacious.

Clothes excuses me from touching a body, music excuses me from listening to myself, this place excuses from not being in another and, at the end, what is most important is not waking up to reality.

We prefer to stay shut away here, locked into what is provided by just spaces.

That’s what is all this about: “maybe some day…” In the meantime, it always will be some day. Today is yesterday’s future, that which I was longing. But it does not worries me today, it worries me tomorrow, and some day it will stop worrying me.

Daniel Abreu