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Creativity, create, life and memories

Binary and simple, get pleasure and avoid pain.

One of the things that gives me the most of the pleasures is CREATE. And this, by the way is infinite. Don't have a goal and will never end and can take any form or representation.

Creativity comes from create.

Usually the creative process is attached to an  artistic expression or environment.

Life is attached to creation.

Memories are attached to life.

Lo que se hunde en altamar

Siento que me vengo
Y presiento que no te tengo
A mi lado,
Veo nada malo en aceptarlo

Solo creo que todo se va
Preguntas sin respuestas
Acechando las palabras del pasado
No hace falta ya explicarlo

Hace mucho tiempo ya
Dibujas en los astros
Con la sombra que se escurre
De tus labios

No se como ya cuidarlos
Se hunden en altamar

El aire que se acaba

Se muy bien que tal vez 

Puedo dejarte 

Perdida 

Se que fue 

Temporal 

Pero el aire 

Es el aire 

Sobre todo 

Sin mirada 

El momento 

Se me acaba

Video Script idea for Nadia Zheng photography

Video Script idea for Nadia Zheng photography

Script

Audio
An image is not only pixels on the screen

Video
Super close up of the pixels of the screen. The cursor moving a bit the tools of the software. 

Audio
Photography is not only gear, light, lenses.

Video
Super close up of the glasses of Nadia and do a transition from her eyes to the reflection of the glasses until we see the screen of the computer.

Super close up of the fingers of Nadia on the camera. Fingers Focusing. To see the reflection of the lens and change the deep of field until we see someone thru the reflection

Audio
A picture is the proyection of yourself.... To the world.

Video
We start to see the subject. Some close up of make up. (ask if they are mainly women or men) a guy fixing the tuxedo. Focus on the neck

Plan de viaje a México, 2018

México plan 2108

To bring
- Beans mapple
👍- Cepillo dental
👍- Québec Black Exodus CD Otho
👍- USBs with plasma music
👍- mapple té (Mk)
👍- t-shirt apá

👌Sat  16 Dentista
👌Dim 17 Get rest and work at home
👌Lun  18 Work at home
👌Mart 19 Joe
Miér 20 Miguel
Juev 21 Clon? / Odin? / Mónica?
Vier 22 Changuita
Sat 23 Tita... Centro profética / Sapos Cera, Mineralia (huevo negro galaxia para mariana), Hamaca, quelque chose pour San et Alex
Dom 24 Mamichi... Mercado, Chiles, Queso

Things to do
👍- cire pour muebles/bois (sapos)
👍- Mineralia (zócalo)
👍- Profética (libros para Zoé)
- Mezcal pour Alain
- Hamac (pregunta a papá)
- Chiles, queso (mercado)

PEOPLE
- Mónica (Soupe?)
- Clon (Ensayo)
- Odin (cafe)
- Changuita

FOOD

👍- PASTEK
>> Melon d'eau
>> Feta (Cotija)
>> Menta

- Sopita Minestrone
>> Carrote
>> Celery
>> Fèves
>> Can de tomate
>> Épinards
>> Chou (col)
>> Onion
>> Garlic

- Salade de légumineuses
>> Poichishes
>> Haricot rouge
>> Poivrons de couleur
>> Celery
>> Basilic
>> Échalotes (cebollas cambray?)
>> Vinagret : huile d'olive avec Vinagre Balsamique
>> Sel et Poivre

👍TACOS DE POICHISHES
>> Aguacate
>> Pimientos
>> Limón
>> Crema
>> Cilantro

Receta de papá : Zanahoria con Canela y piloncillo.

Contradictions

The inability to put themself in the other creates huges contradictions of behaviour and way of thinking. 

She say:
I'm giving you all my money and you can not even give me some affection? Because is the only thing I ask, attentions, affections and love.

She think:
Do you think those woman are with your father/brother because they love them? They are just for the money the bitches.

「Choices」

「Choices」

There is always an option, a choice to make.

The chosen road. The chosen music. The chosen car. The chosen accessories, colors. Out there, there is choices. Looks like everywhere you look at.

But how do we know what road we should take?. How do we know if we have chosen the good one?.

Sometimes we just have to wait. For the call, for the signal, for the autobus of life. But before we needed to chose to take it. Like music. Somehow you create your soundtrack. And we keep waiting.

We walk and we travel, we make our space. We decide but how far?. Free will. Can we control dreams? Can you control your heart beat? Can you control death

What is to be yourself, something that haven't been before. What is to be natural with all this accessories anyway, in this autobus. With all this technologie and all this flavors on us. The sun, that should be natural. But us, here we are moving us from one place to another.  All of us. Still under the sun. Movement. Shadows in the transparency of the reflections... to yourself.

More patience to wait, to cross borders, to wait more to be moved. To chose to be yourself even here. With all this people. With all this lights that look to never go.

Silence.

We walk to discover, to change, to be. We look to the past and we can see what we have done. Sometimes when we arrive we need to wait more. Looks like our life is build in blocks of time.

What is this force that keep us walking, for empty spaces, for this so called future. Is it really love? Love for being alive. For being here. To look back and keep moving forward with no mater what choices we have done. We are still here. With all this accessories that the present brings us. From black to white, backwards and forward. We will use them... to keep us moving. To discover what our own choices are made of.

Mamacita Soleil

Mi mamá cita soleil
Qui donne la vie à la terre
La lune, la terre et la mère
c'est Merveille

Sex, Desire, Fear and Love

Sex, Desire, Fear and Love

We are based on the interpretation of fear and how we have different readings about sex, desire and love.

You fear is that I'm able to talk about it because it's something already done with us. So fear at maximum.


Questions :

Why if she felt uncomfortable she never told me anything to me in the first place. She needed to play the victim in order to take care the only thing left she had... Her reputation.

Because in the way it looks like... Playing the victim. Is that she need to tell you that was her needed to stop me... When actually she looks really IN on the conversations. Why someone would keep pushing topics when someone looks so uncomfortable and awkward. That is favorable in the victim point of view, because talking with someone who is pushing the conversation is weird.

Why she never told you the good things?. Because to skip the favorable things, is not favorable for playing the victim. She could look more vulnerable because the only topic is the bad things. There is nothing good to put in balance.

Why she never told you that we have the same type of conversations as if you are there. For me seems normal. But to play the victim she need to skip those things. So we never talk like that alone. So it looks weird already... (Like she never tell you when she propose to see us when you are not there)

I don't catch her intentions. I can imagine that she didn't get what she wanted. Now she feel the need to clean her intentions behind her... In order to be clean and don't end like the bad one.

So, we are dealing with feelings and emotions. We can track some conversations but we forget the context. One who allow us to touch those grownds.

How to expand the universe.

When she didn't "found" the conversation... She add a piece of information. She told you. Maybe in the disappearing conversations we use to have. What are the implications here? That we use to chat several times there? So there is a full range of things that happened there. When in reality, the only text exchanges we had was when I was showing her how to use it, how it works. (what a difference)

Identity and Dance

For identity. We change. It's not a goal into knowing. Is flexible and change over time. Who we are is not what we where. Values can change. Needs can change. Destiny can change. It's a journey that begins when you decide to start.


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Steps to be convinced...
We need to follow the
Convincing strategy :

By level of authority.
How do you know this is a good.... (Car, shoes, stereo, clock)
This tells you how they choose to convince themself.

- Self evidence.
- External evidence
- External Data

Intensity, frequency and duration.
Evidence patterns.

Vast majority of people have an occurrence,  a frequency between 3 to 7 times

Duration... How long does it last.

Level of authority...  YouTube stats,  2d search engine. 

Answer... How long it last?


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Dance is a language that can not be expressed in text, in sound. But in movement. You can see it or you can feel it.
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Manifesto for BE-BOX, Plasma Media, Eva Films

MANIFESTO
We believe time is a limited resource we all experience.

We believe that contributing in the development of the creativity and growing happy kids is an investment for a better future.


CONTENT

(promote organization skills)
To add calendars to help them with their schedules.

To add clocks to draw (like the one of em)

(promote social mechanisms, interaction and marketing of the product at the same time)
Inside to add something to share with a friend at school or family members.



For EvaFilms.ca

Wrote about... (Audio de Simon, in 7hrs 39min 10sec) the study where people in couple live longer than singles one...


For plasma

7:55:26 de Simon...

About the purpose, to start the post .

I took the bus at 10:35am until

Interview for Mariel Montero Sena and Humberto, Huma

Interview for Mariel Montero Sena and Humberto, Huma

- Who are you?
- Why you like so much what you do?
- How did you start doing what you do?
- Why you do what you do?
- Why you create HUMA? What is the problem you are solving?
- Who is behind HUMA? (the people)
- What we could expect since we enter, during our meals and when we left the place?
- For who is HUMA created? What is your ideal client?
- What you envision for HUMA in the near future?
 

El vuelo de la vida

Tomar decisiones es algo que me estresa mucho, por diferentes razones.

Idea Wedding Film or Save The Date - Jenny + Leo - Save the date

Save the date video
Duration: 1-2 min

VERSION: I'M COMING
We see Jenny alone in a place. Taking coffee?. Maybe waiting for something or someone who doesn't comes. She stand up and leaves.
We see him doing the same thing.

(maybe writing on their phone both... "where are you?")
We see them both alone that they stand up and go.

Cut
We see him walking on the street.
We see her walking on the street.
Cut
We see them both independently running/walking in the snow like searching. Looking back but focus in front (the future).

Shoot of both of them center Dolly-in
Details of him and her. (emotions)

Final shot is when we see them in slow-mo running towards each other... But before they get close... (the huging or kissing)
Cut in black
TXT "Save the date"

Coffee 4 shots
1. Wide stablishing shot of coffee
2. Medium shot waiting
3. Phone close-shot txt
4. Stand up and go out.


* Shoot level of shoes in slo-mo to see snow from their foots
* Dolly-in in slow-motion of them centered
* Walking together holding-hands
* Jimbal spinning around them while they hug
* Close-up of their smiles
* Close-up of what they are touching



Storytelling bulletpoints.
1. THE EVENT. A normal day and and something happens.
2. THE CHALLENGE. The proof to pass or to fail.
3. A MAGICAL MOMENT/PERSON. This is the revelation or lesson.
4. THE JUMP, THE DESITION, THE COMMITMENT, THE QUEST. This is where we face the big challenges to pass or overcome them.
5. Coming back to a normal day but renovated.

Nubes que condensan sentimientos
Miedo a las máquinas
Puedo ver como muchos culpan a otros
Y yo solo me siento aquí solo

Solo con mis maquinas. Hablándoles de como pudo haber sido. Si no se hubieran confundido al hablar.

Momentos de claridad

                Y se dejó caer el cabello,

                Y se complicó la vida aunque todos la odiaban. Pero esa era su decisión y no había nadie que pudiera negarlo, no ahora que el arma a caído al suelo y sigue tibia por la venganza.

                Caminó del lugar. Esa noche quería que su historia quedara sepultada en esa escena. Imaginaba el final de la película, mientras la música comenzaba. Títulos de los créditos en pantalla. Tres, el presente y el pasado que era su futuro.

                Bailaba en la calle. Bailaba en esa noche como si el alma se le regocijara. Aunque nadie supiera en realidad que era de tristeza.

                Fue cuando recordó a su madre. Una que nunca sintió a la que le importara. Y todo se le desvanecía de pronto, y luchaba por mantenerse de pie. Es un baile se decía a si misma. A lo largo de mi vida solo tiene que ser un baile para simular las caídas. Aunque eso, ya dejó de importarle. Está de rodillas.

                A veces se desconoce así misma. Y de lo que alguna vez fue. Y eso fue hace mucho tiempo ya. Le entró unas ganas profundas de saber de aquella que conoció una vez. Una más joven que dejó en el callejón esa tarde cuando tenía 13 y fue su primera vez. Esa primera vez que ese sueño apareció.

                Era un parque en una cálida tarde de primavera. El sol caía solo perfecto sobre uno al otro. Que se desvanecía entre recuerdos y la magia de los sueños. De mostrarnos cosas sin recordar mucho  al despertar. Esa tarde se convertía rápidamente en noche, en caos, en un sonido que no terminaba de entender si era música. Y  luego ella bailaba, y bailaba hasta quedar de rodillas.

                Ese sueño se repitió varios meses, varios años y siempre en el mismo mes. En el mismo periodo semanal. Del 6 al 22. Nunca nada cobró sentido hasta ese momento que ante rodillas se le conmocionaba su propia realidad, incapaz de saber si es un sueño o en realidad esta sucediendo. Todo a su alrededor comienza a arder en llamas. Sabe el final.

                Todo quedará reducido cuando terminé la canción.

cainKuri - Montréal, 06, 2019

Volando sobre océanos

Como si fuera ayer

Yo te llamo 

Volando a mi lado 

Siempre en sueños 

Sumamos diferencias

Dividimos los espacios 

Y restamos los océanos 

Emociones paralelas

The importance to be specific

The importance to be specific... this can be happening with your life. Is not about being successful (wherever that means). Or to have more money, or to be smarter. Successful in terms of what?, how much money?, smarter than when or who?.

Let's not just write goals... but dates, deadlines. Let's quantify and mesure. Let's be specific. If you are going to kick ass... how many?, when?.

It could never be the same

Don't worry, I smile

I'll miss you, but it's not like you're gone

Don't worry, I smile

It's not like there won't be another one

We laughed about last year

The games we played, the songs we sang

The way we danced all night

Don't worry, I smile

We'll do all those things again next time

And I kiss you

So soft,  so pale, so cold,

The words are left unsaid

But we know, we always know

I can sing, I can dance, I can laugh

As if nothing ever changed

But without you, without you

It can never be the same

It can never be the same

Never be the same

Never be the same

No don't worry, I smile

I'll miss you, but it's not like you're gone

Oh don't worry, I smile

It's not like there won't be another one

There won't be another one

However long I wait

There won't be another one

It will always be too late

There won't be another one

We won't do it all again

There won't be another one

Without you, it can never be the same

It can never be the same

It can never be the same

Yeah, I can sing, I can laugh, and I can dance

As if nothing ever changed

Without you, without you

It could never be the same

- The Cure

Barca en alta mar

Todo se va y vuelve 

Entre blando y negro 

No te marches al mar

A dónde todo vuelve 

Llévame a tu lado

En tu barca en alta mar 

De memorias olvidadas 

Que nadie podrá robar

Depuis 100 ans

Depuis cent ans

Il y a pas vraiment une changement

Croie moi, depuis 100 ans

L'histoire a vu rien changer

Depuis 100 ans

Sans toi c'est plus facile 

Sans tes efforts 

De rester début 

De dire tes penses 

Sans toi depuis 100 ans 

On veut changer mais

Mais sans faire rien 

Sans effort 

On part à la dérive alors. 

À la dérive, devant toi 

Sans changement

Sans change vraiment

Blessures de la mer

Blessures de la mer

C'est si lourd comme le mur
Devant moi qui soutien
Les blessures que j'obtiens
De la beauté de la mer

De toi, de toi, de toi.

C'est si lourd comme des blessures
Tes mystères imaginaires
Qui se trouvent devant moi
Sont si haut comme le peur

De toi, de toi, de moi.