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Author's Note
About this Fanzine Series
This is a fanzine series that precedes and accompanies the publication of Memory Light, my book of poetry and photography scheduled for release in 2026.
The book explores memory through the merging of images and texts.
ach fanzine acts as a preview and an extension of the project. We will share exclusive material, such as unpublished poems and photographs, along with reflections on the creative process of Memory Light.
This is a way to start the conversation and share the book's development before its official launch.
Thank you for following the project.
A MidsummerNight's Dream
From Patience to the Magic of Light
The Art of Sculpting Your Performance
This seed of Sand
that you planted in the crack,
of a stranger’s step.
It drinks from the sun,
from the druid and her long-haired robes,
Remember the light,
of the brother who invited you to channel,
all the stones,
with their roots.
Remember the rain,
of the sister who told you:
“well, this is what I will be when I grow up,
this.’
A room of generations
with white walls,
where the radio signal,
gets lost”
Remember the 11 AM coffee,
from a second mother,
who says: maturing is not for the wise,
and silence takes up space,
… sometimes too much,
but don't worry,
because today’s bread,
will also be,
for tomorrow”
Remember the distant sunrises,
of the poet dedicating the book,
that will feed you the rest of your life.
Remember too that the night,
can become paralyzed,
if you make too much noise.
hey also sowed their seeds
of Lime beside you.
Now,
while you knead this week
you learn that …
the voice is not sound,
but a trace of light
that you leave in the corners
where others stop the clock.
Each choice is not yours to choose,
Although this dish,
tastes like what you put in it.
And although sometimes
you wonder if the character
is larger than you.
Remember the almond tree's lesson:
its roots drink from foreign ground
to blossom on its own branches.
The Performance is not a mask.
It is the art of carving this sculpture
with the tools you inherited
rom all the steps
that made you look back.
Lime and Sand.
A.B
Do not mistake it for simple rock or fossil. This stone lives and breathes: its roots seek the humus of unlived dreams. If you place it beneath your pillow, it will make you bleed verses in forgotten tongues. Kept in a pocket, it attracts lightning storms.
Every Stone with roots is a heart that
learned to beat beneath the earth
How long is this night going to last?
Nothing matters, I know you hold all the light in your chest.
What is the weight of winter cold?
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