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Tanto la arquitectura como la música son las únicas artes que siguen existiendo cuando cierras los ojos
(Moby)
Friday, November 10, 2006
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2 comments:
creo q hay más arte a ojos cerrados
(queda el tacto)
abrazos ausientes desde el norte
Todavía recuerdo cuando el director del coro nos dijo que aún cuando terminaramos la última nota, el sonido seguía reproduciendose en el imaginario colectivo del auditorio.
Me intriga la eternidad de los sonidos.De la arquitectura ni hablar, vivo viajando y reviviendo lugares con los ojos cerrados.
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