Cycles

Round heads, round ideas, the flowing of cycles. Movements of life in stages. Birth, progress and completion, the perfect revolution, the many turns of ideas that we create and modify in time, the spectacle of events that appear and seduce. The clock of life running in time, in the turns of the pointer, the transformations that happen in ascents and declines. How many events are going around? How many thoughts are spinning? How many twists and turns do we make to become what we are today.

We can be pieces from the past, molded into the present and completed in the future, mimetizations, joints, assemblies all in due time. In twists and turns, in evolutions and involutions, in cultures and countercultures, in the onslaughts of the present and in the ruins of the past, the persistence of time in the infinite cycles. Repetitions that can generate hits or errors, but leave attempts. And these attempts may be a consequence of the repetitions that time allows.

At the end it seems like everything starts, and at the beginning, we want to perform the tasks to get to the end. The beginning and end walk on cyclical days on the planet circling the universe that cycles and turns cyclic in circular cycles. Like a moving eye.