Noun dance

A grunge sound scattered in the desert, many souls twisted.

Step assertion, perplexed looks.

Voice of lament that can be heard going away with real power.

Catapult of gray fog, opaque, contrary.

Inadvertent, unintelligible.

A disorganized motion does not know its destination.

Transparent asylum, crucial retirement.

Violent note of falling knives cutting the possibilities.

It hurts and wounds.

Many dancing balloons are floating as asymmetric rebels.

Counterweight almost completely suppressed, mute ideas.

Tribute to oblivion, to eviction and ideological marginality.

Exaltation of the incomplete, corroded.

Permanent damaged, catastrophic collapse.

Embryo that resists being born and mutates into many others.

Dead moving intentions, castrated device.

Dramatic resolution.

After a While

Do you Feel to be back to life after a long death, recovering an old breath, marked from confusing events that hit you hard in the heart and reason.

You come up off the dirty floor and confused in a different place in a widened horizon sky.

As a wave crashing constantly bouncing continuous ties, emerged from a catastrophic chain reaction, an absurd meteor, not sure of where to go.

I got tired of that way i've lost the road, did not know how to find it ever again.

The motivation of shouting in the middle of too much noise, ambition and hysteria.

You feel like defrosted, your ligaments resumed their flexibility and viscous new movements.

You open your eyes after an induced coma of personal power and misery.

Absolutism, abuse, lack of opportunity.

Your blood becomes loaded with fuel running after a while, after endless nights without days.

Other scents awaken your soul, differ from lethargy, motivation and suggests research.

You come back again from a remote, ethereal blind place.

You open your mouth after many years, another language, without aggression, without revenge.

Back from the land of the vultures, extensive mental barriers.

Confusion, macabre theater.

You can mourn sincerely.

You can live honestly.

Today you can be, and remove the tombstone that bears your name and leave that cemetery of ideas.

Today you get up again.

Then I left

When I leave, amending, finding

No matter where you go when you stop repressing and suppressing others you grow and they say when you feel vulnerable you also can get up with strength.

I have heard many wise words, proverbs and phrases but none is more enriching than constant self search, sincerity, friendship, and people giving their honest feelings endlessly.

In a world defined by adverse and senseless values ​​in a global environment of trademarks, pawn shop hearts and sold smiles.

In a hegemonic environment wherever you go no matter the country or language.

Awfully similar places faceless people, ridiculously and repetitive.

In Simple gestures I have encounter great lessons that are no longer common for anyone, is when I realize how great the subtle expressions are, I keep a different pace no matter what happens or changes in my life, simple actions but full of meaning.

When I go I face myself, I look deep inside my intuition,  I start again.

Leaving was just the beginning of a return, the first step to see without bitterness or agonies, free patterns and laws.

Our house resides inside ourselves in all our actions in the way we postpone or advance.

Each situation depends on how you look at the horizon, things you want to achieve with hands full of feelings.

No matter the place, time or condition.

quiet, light, introspective.

Architecture and Visual Impairment Research

The speed of today's life, the superficiality to which we are captives, the overload of information, the increasingly globalized world, all are factors that hold us down if we just look but never observe.

Based on these concerns I had an idea to fight back the lack of Humanity we are getting far from with an architectural design Pilot Project that brings us back to those human aspects we are losing every day.

Sonar (Architecture and Visual Impairment).

One day came to my hand the amazing book by Jose Saramago (Blindness), and It touched me in a very special way, the idea of how would the lives of ordinary people that enjoy all their senses change if one normal day they sudden lost vision.

For me as an architect a profession that relies heavily on the visual aspects and the sensations that they exercise, I have seen as the over-activity of the visual invasion  and the increasingly indiscriminate advertising affects the enjoyment and delight of the original goal of architecture.

Through this research our working group was able to achieve an interesting compilation of information we want to share with you in order to show the impressions we observe in this analysis of how the Visual Impaired understand the architectural spaces and the world outside despite the lost of vision.

The work aims to motivate freely in every designer the interest to create an architecture that gets back to that human fundaments again and lead them to create spaces with that touch 
where senses most play a key role.

"The Blinds can see what we can not see they see beyond the tangible, to what is apparent, could ironically also be called seeing.

The fact of a person that observes things without physical evidence, believing in the words, good deeds, good values or feelings of others is a way of living life in a full way.

Thats why we developed this Draft Project as a way of looking at things with a deep appreciation and capture the essence of spaces."

Special thanks to the students:

Amanda Simo
Jeffrey Peralta
Jose Matos
Gilberto Rosario
Lilliam Martinez
Nicoles Ballis
Marisol Amparo
Mishelle Jimenez
Teresa Perez

For their contributions and great efforts!.

Juan Federico Solano

 Pontificia Universidad Catolica Madre y Mestra

 Architectural Design Professor 


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Now

Everyone wants a piece of the cake without exception we play in our heads to be perfect in every situation and travel very far into our minds as far as we can.

I love the other way, brought by the changing world, as the sphere where we sit, the ecstasy of a constant present, without yesterday or tomorrow this novelty like the air that differ systematically and the situations that I never expected.

I'm part of that never-ending falling avalanche, of that fierce wave that drags everything we are and we are subjected to.

I am part of an eternal developing language, I like to have everything and lose it too fragile until the end.

The imperfection of the streets, the lack of direction in traffic signs, fast and fleeting.

And I bet myself all the time, I like to exercise and feel being born every minute, which many chrysalides agglutinated one inside the other.

And the effort, hard work, regardless of the outcome, I do it at present, raw, real, alive and current.

I love the other way established by no one, I have no leaders, images, models, my own imperfect way that builds and destroys me.

I prefer the other way which is not planned, that is not taught at school, and I do not foresee that plays hard leaving its mark.

I get along without examining the wild and free, without fear, without prescriptions, no pamphlets that warn.

Everyone wants a piece of the cake, not daring, without energy, no time, we can never bet on the future.

We all put ourselves in deal situations without living them, in express, in a rapid eye movement.

We all want the best without a slightest effort; we all have what we deserve to.

Look around you NOW.

Who are you?

Alert

An alarm set in exact date and time for the purpose of alerting us to any specific event, almost deaf sound that we place between clockwise with the clear intention of discipline.
What about that alarm anyone hears echoes in the absolute emptiness uncontrollably lost like thunder breaking heaven’s horizon without being noticed by anyone.

Can you tell me of those speeches that lead nowhere, a platform of outright lies dissuasive looking to invert realities.

You try too hard on refining the mutilating sound that reaches deep into people upsetting and confusing society that scares and dislocate.

You make sure to transcend, to perpetuate your nonsensical reasons; your dazed head seems not to negotiate with your own degenerative ideas and a dose of pathological necrosis.

You're a big fraud, a drunken gypsy comparsa, who move with their own laws and dislocating realities as fighting a guerrilla war.

It is a capital sin today losing objectivity in all forms, but how to ask that in a place where no one has the courage to achieve and maintain strong ideas.

Is a needed armor, iron harder, a revolutionary soul that breaks out of this strongly negative scheme to detached from the deafness.

Here we are as two great natural adverse forces, as cold and warm front forming a large storm of ignorance and lack of faith, faith? An idea of societies culturally erased, an engine that was extinguished forever.

Facing this condition does not work there is no substitute to support this great deficiency that weakens us.

In times where we only demand a precise dose of truth in all circumstances of our lives and our environment.

So what about the alert sound you did not hear in the morning when you needed it most, warning voice that you never heard.

Alert.

Common Sense

A body captured by evil, a human possessed by demons that bind him, sink him and make him desperate.

Exorcise it from our point of view the task of bringing out these evil beings that have held a soul and seized the body, is after an analysis of the journey of that person life when we come to such a conclusion.

It is how we know when a string of random and deliberate events dragged the unfortunate person succumbing in the arms of one or hundreds of thousands of paranormal ruthless voices.

Each time it works less this labor of god’s divine favor has increasingly less likely when you look around, when you walk your path and becomes more dense and confusing.

What are the demons that challenge us today? Irresponsibility, hypocrisy, lack of motivation, vanity, inverse values, the idolatry of puppets, excessive hatred, selfishness, each one separate is a large and uncontrollable beast and an animal of epic proportions when they get together.

Exorcise it is a thing of the past now we have to swim against those currents to get out of this endless quotes that we have done with beings who govern us in all orders and thinkable situations.

And it's not a matter of poses it is of salvation that grows like a cactus in this mental desert, rises in its alternative form Picasso style, strange black and white caricature, with no term.

Grunge sordid sound dazed and sedated heart, a lost taste, eyes closed, red sun, the cartography of a lost country.

Human geography lying on the floor, theater of the absurd, prolific horror pantomime.

Exorcise was thing of the past when we were coming slowly, when they still existed and now that we are all here there is no consensus there is no ceasefire to wait a sunrise.

A mural of horror that is growing a very violent protest that ended with common sense.

common sense?