The silent voice of a thunderous project,
say to wake up or coo,
the attempt to move by writing, poetic act.
These days I chose to read a self-portrait, and, after finishing reading, I tried to imagine how I would face the challenge of making a self-portrait. selfies using the statement as the only available tool. I immediately forged the headings for the stanzas of the first pages, of course, in less than a rooster crowed, I went to the climax of my photography, in that impossible dialysis between the first pages of the self-portrait and the end, what usually happens to me when I imagine things happened. How to write the epilogue of something that continues to be built? Life, like most undertakings, only contains the past and, in an exceptional way, an invisible gerund due to the impulse of day to day, therefore, we only have the pragmatic past tense as a unison voice to scaffold the complex map of what we believe to be and in some cases what they tell us we are.
Up to what point is our company conformed by the mirages of reality to which it is exposed within its constricted entrails. Every sale, every purchase, every contract is a reflection of what others assume we are. The romanticism of listening to the client, whether internal or external, haunts the Psyche of the direction, something from which we cannot escape, and even something that appears intrinsically. This confrontation, the result of seeing ourselves through the light with the different entities that we interact with, has made us interpret the reflection as an oasis. How many actions have we successfully culminated in this exercise? If you can list the answer in more than half a page, we could assume that we know how to listen, if the answer didn’t even make us look for the pen, don’t worry, we will surely be disguised in the comfort that can only be guaranteed by living with the majority.
Choosing the voice to narrate one’s own biography, who better than the first person to do it, we would only have to decide when we take up the pen and paper if this is the mirror that best reflects us. In the case of our professional practice, the freshness of the first contact in which we force ourselves to listen, see and capture the aromas of what our interlocutor tries to explain, it is enough to touch the emotions a little to realize in most cases the forced framing in a scheme that aligns and delimits the margins where the project flows or should.
One of the virtues of writing lies in the freedom to choose the voice that goes and says, and goes and tells what one of the mirrors reflects, it would be better for that voice to practice omniscience and approach our story with the greatest amount of reflections possible. In the end it is only about showing and moving inside and outside, we could leave the delight as the usufruct of poetry.