{"id":2959,"date":"2020-04-10T10:37:49","date_gmt":"2020-04-10T10:37:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.gonzalochillida.com\/textos\/bidaia-barea-viaje-silente\/"},"modified":"2020-11-11T22:10:39","modified_gmt":"2020-11-11T22:10:39","slug":"bidaia-barea-viaje-silente","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/gonzalochillida.com\/en\/essays\/bidaia-barea-viaje-silente\/","title":{"rendered":"Bidaia Barea – Viaje Silente"},"content":{"rendered":"

Bidaia barea – Viaje silente<\/strong>
\nMiren Agur Meabe<\/p>\n

\"L9\"<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Still Lifes<\/strong>
\nWe are not lacking bread, wine, nor fruits.
\nWhen birds whisper:
\n\u201cBehind the window there are boys like snowmen\u201d
\nThe ear has the right word.<\/p>\n

Castilian Towns<\/strong>
\nThe brush’s hair tears
\nTiles, wall, arcades, bell towers.
\nTowns at midday, skin and bone
\nDust from the trip on the feet<\/p>\n

Trickles<\/strong>
\nSand fatigue:
\nThe back answers the nails.
\nWe ask the water and wait
\nUntil a paper boat rescues us.<\/p>\n

Scratches<\/strong>
\nThese scratches speak of your nature,
\nWe decipher the message of rusty fabrics
\nThe relationship that bonds its mineral rivers,
\nOur grayish plasma is recognized.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\"L10\"<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Snowy Mountain Peaks<\/strong>
\nThe vague pain of the ridges
\nIn these limestone teeth like petals,
\nHorror at the edge,
\nA business card for the ice of the world.<\/p>\n

Mountains<\/strong>
\nAt the end of the path threatened
\nBy shadows,
\nThe new territory.
\nWinter pinches the rocks.
\nThose who walk support the air with their shoulders.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\"L11\"<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Coast<\/strong>
\nIf the sea inspires
\nIf the day like an eye’s emphasis
\nIf the night like a lip’s accent
\nIf the sea is part of the work.<\/p>\n

Skies<\/strong>
\nCloud horns, sky posters.
\nEverything is not nothing. Nothing is everything.
\nSteam eyelids, saliva of lights.
\nNavels seek far away blues.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

\"L12\"<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Forests of Colors<\/strong>
\nBranches drink fog
\nThe sun’s dribble takes us outside.
\nThe landscape wakes up, widening.
\nNests are born in yawns<\/p>\n

Snow Covered Forest<\/strong>
\nSnow time comes
\nThe angel of hours sends us a wink
\nA key slides down the chest:
\nThe roots cry.<\/p>\n

Waves<\/strong>
\nThe wise concept of the wave:
\nWithout identity, without code, without signature.
\nThe letter of the arms, water torches
\nbetween storm and calm, wax steps.<\/p>\n

Horizon<\/strong>
\nEntering with the trembling of the eyelid.
\nBreathing the seed of the days.
\nWatching the wrinkles:
\nWhat is far away contains the marrow of the loved place.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Exhibition Catalogue. Gonzalo Chillida<\/em>, Sala Ganbara, Koldo Mitxelena Kulturunea, Donostia-San Sebasti\u00e1n 2013.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Bidaia barea – Viaje silente Miren Agur Meabe   Still Lifes We are not lacking bread, wine, nor fruits. When birds whisper: \u201cBehind the window there are boys like snowmen\u201d The ear has the right word. Castilian Towns The brush’s hair tears Tiles, wall, arcades, bell towers. Towns at midday, skin and bone Dust from […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":2578,"menu_order":3,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-2959","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/gonzalochillida.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/2959","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/gonzalochillida.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/gonzalochillida.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gonzalochillida.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gonzalochillida.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2959"}],"version-history":[{"count":12,"href":"https:\/\/gonzalochillida.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/2959\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4438,"href":"https:\/\/gonzalochillida.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/2959\/revisions\/4438"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gonzalochillida.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/2578"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/gonzalochillida.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2959"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}