Beauty Before Death

The beauty about death 1 Trapped between the death of Farrah and Michael, natural beauty and plastic began to mourn the mirror of loneliness in the world, forgetting that Karega Avenue in Tehran, an Iranian woman, Neda, had been laid and mortally wounded with a shot in the chest by a sniper, not being able to do anything about it except to press and massage between her breasts as a first aid to a heart that, rather than continue beating, spitting a clot of blood his mouth and staining the face of a beautiful human being who looked at us one last time, with eyes so blind as ours, leaving the beauty die before death. In the West, the beautiful face of death, full body, naked or not, was the blond hair framing a face and teeth, black in color wanting to be a white angel and the king known cancerous heart surprise, dropped after lost the battle and the return truncated at the age of decadence, a splendid twilight solar sympathy, television and internetiana from a black and white America, hollywoodesca, desolate music.

2 A strange dreams of Magellan Traffic Music makes guitars and instrumentalisation birds a requiem, in crescendo, for a spontaneous human combustion burn in the East while in the West, the ashes of heroes, the media is contributing to the condition human does not suffer more than necessary, natural and plastic in that dream that releases white roses and black on the boulevards of reality, where the mock duel and act from a pain that has escalated to stop hurting and have to disappear monstrous connection between an object and its image: his voice and body. Do not cry for us or for others, but by what is before our eyes, beauty is the face of death and the disappearance of the stars by the light pollution from cities to the sky, thus assuming a passion misery planetary sea can not see beyond our tears, having to search, and did not find it in the mirrors of the human face, that contagious and last rictus of happiness on the face of the earth to the rigor of our bodies back alive tremor of nature, but until then it is now, the beauty in death, is the blond hair smiling white teeth and black.

111 The beauty before death is that monstrous connection between an object and its image, not the subject in humans, the recorded voice and body form, the pain and grief in the most decadent of all simulations: the beauty before death as a global ensimismación, television and internetiana, although whales are worth more alive than dead for the observer and predatory tourism, meanwhile, made 35 000 years, a man, in the solitude of a cave, he was blowing at a flute vulture bone, human breath now so lacking: the beautiful music of the human condition accompanied by loneliness, because there can be beauty in death that the sound unquenchable life with words and music poetry. Friday June 26, 2009