J.G. Ballard

“I believe in the power of the imagination to remake the world, to release the truth within us, to hold back the night, to transcend death, to charm motorways, to ingratiate ourselves with birds, to enlist the confidences of madmen. . .

I believe in Max Ernst, Delvaux, Dali, Titian, Goya, Leonardo, Vermeer, Chirico, Magritte, Redon, Duerer, Tanguy, the Facteur Cheval, the Watts Towers, Boecklin, Francis Bacon, and all the invisible artists within the psychiatric institutions of the planet.

I believe in the impossibility of existence, in the humour of mountains, in the absurdity of electromagnetism, in the farce of geometry, in the cruelty of arithmetic, in the murderous intent of logic. . .

I believe all excuses.

I believe all reasons.

I believe all hallucinations.

I believe all anger.

I believe all mythologies, memories, lies, fantasies, evasions.

I believe in the mystery and melancholy of a hand, in the kindness of trees, in the wisdom of light.”



"Cuando los arboles juegan a colar la luz y a filtrar sueños". Febrero 2012

No me pidan razones

No me pidan razones, no las tengo,
o daré cuantas quieran: bien sabemos
que razones son palabras, todas nacen
de las mansas falsedades que aprendemos.

No me pidan razones para entender
la marea rebelde que me llena el pecho.
Mal en este mundo, mal con esta ley:
no hice yo la ley ni el mundo acepto.

No me pidan razones, o que las disculpe,
de este modo de amar y destruir:
en la más oscura noche es donde amanece
el color de primavera, el porvenir.

José Saramago