YOU WILL ACROSS THE WORLD IN ONE MORNING

The founder of Stereo Nova in a book of lyrics, anecdotal drawings, poems and images through his journey.

all that remains is to cross these borders
in any way
and you will love the open sky with me
because the earth is more beautiful than us

In my dreams he is often a man who flies, when he decides to go to the cinema he usually loses his way and stays for hours in the aisles of a supermarket, then he finds a door that says exit and when he opens it he sees that he is on the edge of a cliff but not he can fly and then he falls, falls, feeling as if he is half-drowning at the bottom of a swimming pool in an unfamiliar apartment. The host is an 18th century German writer who lives in a glass jam jar because doctors have told him he has bronchial asthma. When he decides to free him and opens the lid, the author shrinks until he becomes a radio sound, a sound that can be heard everywhere, throughout the city. Something is not right. He runs across the garden and out into the streets. He tries to remember where his house is and runs into a red limo. It's collapsing. People gather and everyone looks at him. He is collapsed, but he knows that if he moves his hands he will start flying over this crimson blob, if he can fly in the next five seconds...

Just as chaos comes within us to position itself, so man tries through his daily life to understand.
To become aware of his inner geography, a world of words and meanings that existed before him.
Thought is a conduit that comes from the universe. Man touches a part of the truth.
This country that he hides from himself and others every day.
Like weakness sometimes fooling us into thinking it's strength.
Like a simple seat that man thinks is a throne.
Like ignorance, which many times in life, has deceived us that it is knowledge.
Everyone finds the point of connection to feel part of the world.
Now that more than ever through the void the word wants to speak.

K.B.

Excerpt from the book:

because when you sleep you become a child
kite, tide, traveling bird
you can define life with the trigger
to press one more like a cigarette
you can go wherever you want to find freedom
throw away your money
in a large square
you left
I had stayed there
until the color broke and morning came