domingo, 20 de marzo de 2016


MASLOW´S CARESS caugh the lights of that place
with the huge heart in his breast
colored patches shone
over the pink background
of the day break-love returns.

2. LEVEL 1 LOSING SIGHT I open the new horizon together with you reality right now destroys me until reaching that over-born-light of truth and life with the geometry of answers triangular figures are formed, that seems to be the light which joins at the same height of the skyscrapers_MANHATAN<The forming of a new star.
3. THE GEOMETRY OF ANSWERS as I walk the streets I get lost following the sidewalk at the same height as the buildings displaced by cars shaken by noises of motors surrounded by hundreds of people in a crossroad of non ceasing weapons of your best destiny. I can see the light of that star-shine just there, before your eyes> <I can see the light of that star just there, before your eyes ALTITUDE VORTEX OF TRIANGULAR SHAPES tormented by the loneliness of an empty square I feel more motionless with a mouth dried by the sun and an empty stomach I move home in on or another direction always toward the look I chase after.
4  NY_beauty with identity> with the steel of rain and tears in your shinning eyes you’ll find our only reality EMPTYNESS OF FIERCE SHAPES as you breathe you pursue steps which are not yours with nothing else. In this body that grows fed and asleep the sparkling morning light falls she’s the discoverer of my life it has stopped my steps in the street that now loses its shape condemn everything- a day without light and liberty it’s my day.
5._THE MAGNETISM OF THE GEOMETRIC WORDS; the clarity of your damnation You look at me and I lose the visage of the street in yours I fall through the gutter it’s a bottomless well losing myself in the abyss of the ages. I hear her words empty-fierce shapes.
6._THE BUILDING OF POSITIVE THOUGTHS Open to again see the light in your eyes someday I’ll suffer her darkness it causes me tremendous pain-that empties inert like a rock that falls I abandon a line of meaning >SEAL MEAL SREET_ with steel of rain in your eyes and brilliant tears you’ll find the only proprietor of reality-it’s your life.
7._ON THE WAY TO THE CREATIVE OPEN CITY I climb out of this terrible hole with the darkening of the shadows the day is lost for me in the street-they have built sidewalk after sidewalk brick by worn brick-the asphalt car after car cruising New York step by step I can’t do anything at this time nothing is possible without you it can’t be Each step torments me that this darkness can move without me feeling the lines of the buildings built without my open hands.
8._IT CAN’T BE: inert emptiness. I can’t keep falling anymore without caring when and against what I will stop because it’s the time to move the hands and dig desperately the tunnels with the nails.   A LINE OF TUNNELS OPEN TO YOUR BEST EXPRESSION THE CONSTRUCTION  OF THE VIY-LANGUAGE At last I peek at the morning in a sidewalk behind the bars of a sewer they’re your white panties that greet me soaked in sweat my mud hands hold me up to never fall again on that face tilted towards me not even her eyes which are watching me still with hope will once again contemplate thrown from the descending abyss of the ages at all ^ <PARK AVENUE> V among this crowd of people you shine under the most beautiful gaze  as she breathes her voice her fingers comb you with the scent of her skin-smooth caress
9._ LEVEL 2 OF THE PIRAMID OF CENTRAL PARK<you add up buildings projected in the nature of the dreamed city I will be reborn with the intensity of that memory the weak force of love pushes me toward you I climb that building with your voice screaming more. It only draws a geometric figure, that it won’t be undone under the pressure of a magnetic force unbound-words NEW YORK >BEAUTY WITH IDENTITY A day break the awakenings are for both of us a seeing one another again in the kitchen with the nourishing of the cereals soaked in milk after the bath which has washed the skin the warmth of our home in winter.
10._In one direction or another the light wakens you with the colors of the imaginable reality.
We talk as always we know how to be ourselves-we love to be together it’s a force that feeds us every morning it starts next to your look anew it’s only a caress that I feel at any time of the day. I contemplate the clouds in your absence open to the emptiness WORKS OF MAGNETIC GEOMETRY Lines which drag your time to another space <full> As we go out into the street the blueprints on the table form beams and build and lift building with the lines on my open palms to that geometry that is created and right now if it belongs  together with you it elevates this over born building of truth and life
11._You only have one before your eyes-reality vibrates THE EXTENSION OF AN ANSWER BY YOUR SIDE I am now the architect that lifts the buildings and hides the canalization now I’m terrified  by them and escape from them in the reflection of your gaze. The geometry of this city surrounds us and warms us like a hearth of truth ALWAYS INSPIRING this geometry surrounds us like a hearth of truth these streets feed and protect us in the best of ways.
12._PAST STORIES OF OTHER WORLDS Strolling together in Central Park these streets feed and protect us in the best of ways we step on stories of other worlds. The reality of a kind expression of yours which is the extension of your caress to the sky ALTITUDE OF POSSIBLE TIMES: From your job to mine the geometry of the city maintains us together with the strength of these streets it makes possible the falling of intense rain.
13._Life places us before the people that plan the buildings of the city_NY the day is constructed with your non-erasable memory-caresses that you have marked on my skin.
MANHATAN under that sky of towers crowned you breathe liberty which attracts oceans with the ink of words to your mouth NATIVITY life makes its way. As we open the doors the day is built next to your breath near the non-erasable of your caresses marked on m skin with a timeline of plain life to you
14_Streets that in daylight are the human expression of NY NY expression than me! Life places us before the people that imagine the buildings of the city create the geometry of the world that integrates and completes us. EXTREME VORTEX OF AN IMAGINABLE SKYSCRAPER I follow the human line of the world’s architecture which integrates and completes us. Human nucleus of the *it can be that this only and more. They surround us completely the people of our life are almost always the same heart lines that draw and place us together.
15._We walk following human lines in the geometry of the world which integrates and completes us _NY TIME SQUARE <Rhythms of I love in! What we are in places _ Times Square together with people and things we stroll letting ourselves be taken united to their daily happy strength. The work yields dividends among the shadows in the brightness of the day. Among the people and the buildings there’s also people that destroy the blueprints that I will fashion again my hands and you are a mighty force.
16._3rd LEVEL OF THE CIRO PIRAMID among the lines of the blueprints I draw triangles of answers in the most brilliant vortex of happiness GEODESIC GEOMETRY ANSWERS I have built buildings like valleys and mountains buildings that climb up to the clouds I went up to calculate an answer to the millimeter of the thoughts and I have more questions to respond to.
When you give back all the beauty absorbed by the city _NY, you will see her change in your hands.
17._I walk the streets _ park avenue by stark daylight with the tremors of winter in the skin I don’t fear their stares because I have the answers to 1,000 questions which are concentrated in the street 1,000 stares centered on me the bodies which I can stand in any way with the brush of the ages I grow ARCHITECT <you were speaking about the buildings filled with words among your hands, the universe of triangular shapes, lifted to the sky of mankind TRIANGULAR DOUBT: gravity is a magnetic force. I can stand the hate and the punches of people because I grow with the caress of time in your eyes each answer that I suffer to bring to light.
18._In the extreme vortex of an elevated building _ skyscraper. Now to go out into the street is not a darkened fall but a walking among people feeling the caress of ages in all type of skins cracked by the sun or born on that same day. The places of this buildable city greet me as I stroll among them.
19_LEVEL 4 OF THE TRIANGULAR SHAPED GEOMETRIC POETRY PÌRAMID Each street that a car drives through has a direction that goes from here to there toward places where my blueprints lift up buildings that everyone sees and admires ARCHITECT <you draw the universe of a  answers from my work. The geometry elevates itself emptying problems with the magnetism of the words and you, both are an enormous force.
20_THE MOST UNREACHABLE BUILDINGS-SKYSCRAPERS Each thought born in me like a vibrant birthing I suffer each problem-I takes me to the answers they lift me and place me at the level of my work where you look upon me-happily. All my talent toward you grows with the streets-we grow day by day THREE BLUE POINTS Anyone recognizes in the stark daylight the lines of my buildings they make effort on my thoughts until the extenuation with caresses of answers to the millimeter.
21_I follow you for that 5 step line at an instant with you THE GEOMETRY OF THE ANSWERS by
that caress of yours in the highest vortex of happiness my steps leave a brilliant track in these streets that hold up their greetings with open hands and words they recognize the lines of my blueprints like the most stalwart edifices I now feel capable of anything-it makes you smile. I start this architectural project where my days fall, at a cruel rhythm, in streets where people circulate at off hours STREETS AND PEOPLE All my talent making streets grow day by day more fed-s places in this waxing city greet my strolling among them
22_LEVEL 5 OF THE ARCHITECT PIRAMID <you strolled alone, hitting the reasons of a mortal abyss without your wishes <wounded hands, a time of passing at your wasted/burned days-… but if there is only answers there must be more questions, no? this thought elevated our steps on earth, it made you grow and step out into the light_THE MAGNETIC CONNECTION OF THE WORDS To find you anew at nightfall now is the peace for my thoughts-they don’t stop turning and suffer in this warrior’s body. It slides its magic of kisses at another precious instant-point of light (NO) MY HOME WITH YOU With the consolation of your words our universe of glances slides itself through the skin towards our incredible embrace it returns the day to us at last recovered with love
23_our universe of glances is a sliding the skin toward the immensity of an embrace/an incredible embrace ON THE WAY HOME >worshipped fantasy Strolling along the streets and sidewalks together toward our home in one or another direction always with the caress of time in the skin. Situated in most extreme vortex, at the golden height of their glances_skyscrapers turn into triangles of answers-in the most extreme vortex the man is…THE END

La caricia de Maslow corazón New York es un poemario de escritura magnética (1998), transformado en poemario de escritura de geometría magnética (2012), con la fuerza magnética de las palabras y el mundo abierto a la imaginación.
Cuenta la historia de Ciro, arquitecto visual en la ciudad de los rascacielos. Y ahora cuenta la historia de cómo +Rafael Carvajal ha traducido y conectado esta historia a su lugar de origen, aunque quizás ya lo estuviera de alguna forma. Graciaaaaas

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