In liquid cities the contour of reality is distorted by the waves of the impact of each new concept. Marta Rebón invites us to discover these cities, inhabited by wise souls, capable of living in the midst of that sensation of a mutable world, at the whim of the reverberation of the water.
Daffodils of the most beautiful literary compositions are reflected in liquid cities. And the whole world is absorbed, finally discovering the beauty among so much mediocrity, reflections of dark waters.
Dark cities are inhabited by characters from the feathers of Tolstoy, Dostoievski, Chekhov. Characters finally reconciled with the human, once they have escaped the narrowness of reason and the ephemeral.
Human beings built their first replicas of cities around rivers or the sea, where they knew that life gave them an opportunity to stay alive thanks to the essential liquid. Today the essential is understood, minimized, trivialized. The same may be happening with the basic sustenance of the soul, which also needs to drink reflections and which, after all, is made up of water, as well as a large percentage of the whole being.
Water, liquid cities, souls need the liquid element, transformation of the everyday with a few good drinks of oxygen and consciousness.
Nothing better to find yourself than to live in a city of water. Your reflection awaits you in the voice of great writers.
If you do not cultivate that reflection, if you abandon yourself at all times to the inconsequential you run the risk of discovering nothingness, a desert where you wander without the remotest idea of where the oasis may be, succumbing to the most cruel and insubstantial mirages.
It may sound grandiose, but it is what it is all about, finding your grandiloquent voice to dialogue from you to you with your reflection, much more capable than you of knowing the interiorities of your liquid city.
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