SCREEN TEST, REEL [...]
(1963 - 1966)
Andy Warhol
Silencio, rostro, silencio, rostro, silencio, rostro.
¿Cuánto tiempo has estado observando a alguien? ¿Cuántas veces has mirado una cara como si fuera un paisaje? Warhol nos regala tiempo: tiempo para recorrer las líneas, las formas, los ligeros movimientos, tiempo para reanudar una conexión inevitable con lo vivo, lo palpitante, la respiración, lo patente siendo un fantasma, mirándote a una velocidad imaginaria, imposible de entender; algo que deja al descubierto las presencias que por un momento, dejan de ser invisibles y se revelan como espacios ocupados por cuerpos que transitan, de alguna manera, en este aquí que desaparece, donde se respira inevitablemente y donde se ocupa un lugar durante un muy breve periodo de tiempo; una experiencia hermosa que nos rodea y atrapa sin excusa.
Sunday morning, praise the dawning
It's just a restless feeling by my side
Early dawning, Sunday morning
It's just the wasted years so close behind
Watch out, the world's behind you
There's always someone around you who will call It's nothing at all
Sunday morning and I'm falling
I've got a feeling I don't want to know
Early dawning, Sunday morning
It's all the streets you crossed, not so long ago
Watch out, the world's behind you
There's always someone around you who will call It's nothing at all
Watch out, the world's behind you
There's always someone around you who will call It's nothing at all
Sunday morningSunday morning
Well, I'm beginning to see the light.
Well, I'm beginning to see the light.
Some people work very hard,
but still they never get it right.
Well, I'm beginning to see the light.
I wanna tell all you people, now.
Now, now, baby, I'm beginning to see the light.
Wine in the mornin', and some breakfast at night.
Well, I'm beginning to see the light.
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