friendsoftheperformers- you never know

Well we survived another year on the road, I must have high 5´d 100 000 or so kids this year, so I guess between the two casts that´s around half a million high fives altogether. The final tour for our troupe was ecuador, colombia, peru and costa rica (we got kicked out of costa rica shortly after arrival but more on that later.) The other team did Brasil and Mexico.
Unfortunately I donot know how to use our editing software so what was going to be three 4min clips is just one long one, I can reccommend you check out the clip taken at the Museo del Oro (gold museum) in Colombia.
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•Morelia cemetario 2010- Mexico

•Morelia cemetario 2010- Mexico
For me it's a curious thing
To come from the flesh
To feel a life wash over my skin
A pebble Amidst a lost river of people
Flowing far from their source
To hard urban jungles
That strangle the earth
A million beating hearts march
Two feet close to the earth
When decay finally rolls up
As the foam washes the shore
A billion unheard poppings
Of seeds that are no more

In this urban jungle place
Where nobody sleeps
they build tiny houses
And once a week do sweep
Away the dust and earth gathered
Around their corazon
The transient tissues
Of paper and flesh
Once born are all now gone
A curious thing don't you think
Not a clever little trick
That at the source of the river
We try to hold nothing with brick
The steel fleur de leas garnish
A glass fragile coloured cross
And the trees take root on rafters
To show that you are lost
We travel separated
away from the one source
But all rest as one together
in places not south
And not north
Not inside the houses we visit
And so tenderly do sweep
But inside each one of these bodies
we curiously keep

Chili burn notices

Chili burn notices
Shivering street dog getting cozy mendoza cuddles from Kate
Fruit and veges at the border choclo the sniffer dog
Not mine but The fine is fine
Always disorganised, misinformed
Took a day to discover The kitchen
'no you wait, we can die!'
Romeo falls off stage
but not on his sword
Thundercats vs rugrats
Silver malecate banging the cop car being pursued down the street
Toothpaste fights & pisco sours
Lost passport and actor M.I.A
Plucking eyebrows whilst crossing The Andes
Back home to Bs As
Just another day At The office..

Beautiful Chile i am a small piece of you

Beautiful Chile i am a small piece of you
Long since removed
You aré a mountain range
And i am of the Landa of the long white cloud
Just as beauty equals mountains
So aré flat Lands to those small enough
To see the road rising before them
Chile 2010

• bracken and straw, cement and steel

• bracken and straw, cement and steel
Past the flat dusty pampas
And the sepia tinted hills of Córdoba
We fly speedily and wingless
The van is our protón
The earth our núcleos
Its metal shell our cell walls
Our soft shells shake and vibrare
Like eggs in a spinning basket
Our minds our nucleous
But not nearly as still
Outside
Amidst the bracken and straw bushes dry, spinefrerous and wasted
Spindly Departementos para pajaritos
Adornar a lado de la ruta
Aves artesanos construí chaotic Rustic condos all comfort y con
califacion
Relatively related Live and loud
static with dusky chatter
Silent High tensión stretching
between the lifeless and leafless trees
Occasionally markers flash below
amongst the wild web of nature
With its myriad of medium and miniture sized stick shaking inhabitants
Mens Red saintly flags
perch borrowedly below
on gods dull bushes
giving shelter to another good fortune saint
We move waiting to arrive
Past another small slice of life
Passing cement houses homes tombs and vaults
Topped across with man made totems
Surrounded by moré non significant totems tensioned with wire
Keeping nothing in and nothing out
Like fish in the desert
bleached and blindly swimming nowhere
We fly speedily wingless
Moving Waiting to arrive

•Im not dead but i am dying

•Im not dead but i am dying
Im not sad but im crying
When i look into my world
I se you running insane
Doinng the same say you don't like
But you speak and your actions
Make me shame
I rather spend a day in a hole
Living with the earth
Than watch you on the tv
Can you see so small
The things where you stand
Your eyes and ego and belly
Aré fat beyond your girth
Happy jolly silly
You aré barely Life on earth

La puesta del sol

La puesta del sol
Mira fijamente intenso
Para atrás la línea del horizonte
Distante arrugas cima de un monte
El Recogando las nubas sobre
Y guiñando buenos noches a yo
The Sunset stares at me intensely.
From beyond the horizon
the distant wrinkled mountain
gathers the clouds about him
and winks goodnight to me...
For Andi from the Andes 2010
mira puesta de sol intenso, hasta el horizonte detrás de las arrugas
colina distante de la Reunión de Nuba y guiñando buena noche para mí