They say there was a tree that bore stones.
At its feet spread the geometry of its fruits.
Fruits that only build...
Stone.
And they say it was from the stone tree that there was built
the first circle to surround the hearth.
The first shelter to be inhabited.
The first stone enclosure.
And so, stone by stone,
building entire civilizations.
A widespread blackout left this afternoon
without electricity the entire city of Santiago de Compostela.
According to the latest reports
we know the blackout occurred at half past six in the afternoon.
How many different Celtic settlements can succeed one another in a shared space?
Ruins.
Where are the sweet, sheltered dawns?
Where the levitating of the heavy stone?
These crumbled architectures are my inner world.
Wake up, Sisyphus, wake up.
The sun has risen.
It is not arms or legs,
purpose is what carries you.
The rough wooden beam imprints other paths
into the lines of your hand.
The rising of the stone.
The falling.
The falling of the stone.
And meanwhile, perhaps...
To be free, Sisyphus?
Sisyphus, wake up.
The sun has risen.
Sisyphus, wake up.
The sun has risen.