Mariano Peyrou was born in Buenos Aires, Argentina, but has lived in Madrid since 1976. He plays the saxophone and holds a degree in Social Anthropology. His books include La voluntad de equilibrio [The Will of Balance] (Fundación María del Villar, 2000); A veces transparente [Sometimes Transparent] (Bartleby Editores, 2004); La sal [Salt] (Pre-Textos, 2005);Estudio de lo visible [Study of the Visible] […]
what aspect of absence the key removed in order to leave home as if walls in their place you have to step on the ground today is a day i remember that skin covers your whole body what is the star called or what remains the memory of the insomnia of […]
qué aspecto de la ausencia la llave que se saca para salir de casa como si paredes a sus puestos hay que pisar el suelo hoy es un día recuerdo que la piel te cubre todo el cuerpo cómo se llama el astro o lo que queda la memoria del insomnio de […]
he comes out of the rooms in the air the shape of an idea moves towards the limits he cries when calculating the weight of things and articulates chance we have fought the wind with hands wet open raised the wind its colors its painful so much to discolor this […]
viene desde las habitaciones del aire la forma de una idea avanza hacia los límites llora al calcular el peso de las cosas y articula el azar hemos combatido el viento con manos húmedas abiertas levantadas el viento sus colores su dolorosa tanto por desteñir este corcho es antiguo pero […]
he comes from all ideas even the ones i didn’t have it is my job to watch him small he has traveled great distances he has weighed a balance he has pricked a pin he has stroked a hand he has drawn a piece of chalk what are the distances what […]
viene desde todas las ideas también las que no tuve mi trabajo es mirarlo pequeño ha recorrido las distancias enormes ha pesado una balanza ha pinchado un alfiler ha acariciado una mano ha dibujado una tiza cuáles son las distancias qué significan los cristales rotos los dientes las tormentas protegerlo […]
he comes brings every question all the answers in disarray he is alone but less than ever light of others light of indecipherable animals dance don’t dance wind on his body he carries all his language with him he sows everywhere constant verb breathes beats burns like nothing goes […]