addanomadd #16
LA CALLE ~ THE STREET
“Every building, every storefront, seemed to open onto a different world, compressing all the variety of human life into a jumble of possibilities made all the richer by the conjunctions. Just as a bookshelf can jam together Japanese poetry, Mexican history, and Russian novels, so the buildings of my city contained Zen centers, Pentecostal churches, tattoo parlors, produce stores, burrito places, movie palaces, dim sum shops. Even the most ordinary things struck me with wonder, and the people on the Street offered a thousand glimpses of lives like and utterly unlike mine.”
~ Rebecca Solnit, Wanderlust
Calles MÁS transitadas ~ streets most traveled
“En Cloe, gran ciudad, las personas que pasan por las calles no se conocen. Al verse imaginan mil cosas una de otra, los encuentros que podrán ocurrir entre ellas, las conversaciones, las sorpresas, las caricias, los mordiscos. Pero nadie saluda a nadie, las miradas se cruzan un segundo y después huyen, buscan otras miradas, no se detienen.”
Italo Calvino, “Las ciudades y los intercambios. 2” en Las ciudades invisibles
por otros caminos ~ CRUISING more roads
Sigue DEAMBULANDO ~ Keep waNDERING
OTRA Cita en las calles ~ Addressing OTHER Streets
“No one perhaps has ever felt passionately towards a lead pencil. But there are circumstances in which it can become supremely desirable to possess one; moments when we are set upon having an object, an excuse for walking half across London between tea and dinner. As the foxhunter hunts in order to preserve the breed of horses, and the golfer plays in order that open spaces may be preserved from the builders, so when the desire comes upon us to go street rambling the pencil does for a pretext, and getting up we say, ‘Really I must buy a pencil,’ as if under cover of this excuse we could indulge safely in the greatest pleasure of town life in winter – rambling the streets of London.”
Virginia Woolf, Street Haunting: A London Adventure
SORPRESAS Y OBSTÁculos ~ SURPRISES & obstacles
ARTE calleJERO (pulsa abajo) ~ Street ART (click below)
AL FONDO DE la calle, UN POEMA
Es una calle larga y silenciosa.
Ando en tinieblas y tropiezo y caigo
y me levanto y piso con pies ciegos
las piedras mudas y las hojas secas
y alguien detrás de mí también las pisa:
si me detengo, se detiene;
si corro, corre. Vuelvo el rostro: nadie.
Todo está oscuro y sin salida,
y doy vueltas y vueltas en esquinas
que dan siempre a la calle
donde nadie me espera ni me sigue,
donde yo sigo a un hombre que tropieza
y se levanta y dice al verme: nadie.
La calle, Octavio Paz
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