
“Botella Pionera” (Bottle Pioneer)
Oil on canvas circa 2004
Collection of Sandra Bass, Chicago, Illinois
18 x 21.5 inches (46 x 55 cm)
Una foto es un mesaje en una botella arrojado al mar del tiempo
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“Botella Pionera” (Bottle Pioneer)
Oil on canvas circa 2004
Collection of Sandra Bass, Chicago, Illinois
18 x 21.5 inches (46 x 55 cm)
Una foto es un mesaje en una botella arrojado al mar del tiempo

Laws of Motion I
Every body continues in its state of rest, or of uniform motion in a right line, unless it is compelled to change that state by forces impressed upon it.
Laws of Motion II
The alternation of motion is ever proportional to the motive force impressed; and is made in the direction of the right line in which that force is impressed.
Laws of Motion III
To every action there is always opposed an equal reaction; or, the mutual actions of two bodies upon each other are always equal, and directed to contrary parts.
(Principia Mathematica, Sir Isaac Newton, 1687)
2005-09-15, Edinburgh:
Ben (Lee Marvin) and Pardner (Clint Eastwood) were gold prospector, they lived in No Name City, built in anywhere during the gold rush. In a moment of crisis, when No Name city was about to collapse, everyone started to move on. Pardner, seeing the crow leaving, said ‘There are two class people, people who are leaving and other ones that stay’, Ben who was listening after a silent replied, ‘No, in this city there are two kind of people, people that know where they are going to and other ones that don’t’.
Since a few weeks ago I have started to thing ‘Why not the name of this city might be Edinburgh, now the next question is where I am going to…’

The son:
A Wanderin’ Star
I was born under a wanderin’ star
I was born under a wanderin’ star
Wheels are made for rollin’
Mules are made to pack
I never seen a sight that didn’t look better looking back.
I was born under a wanderin’ star
Mud can make you prisoner
And the plains can bake you dry
Snow can burn your eyes
But only people make you cry
Home is made for comin’ from
For dreams of goin’ to
Which with any luck will never come true
I was born under a wanderin’ star
I was born under a wanderin’ star
Do I know where hell is?
Hell is in Hello
Heaven is good-bye forever
It’s time for me to go
I was born under a wanderin’ star
A wanderin’ wanderin’ star
Mud can make you prisoner
And the plains can bake you dry
Snow can burn your eyes
But only people make you cry
Home is made for comin’ from
For dreams of goin’ to
Which with any luck will never come true
I was born under a wanderin’ star
I was born under a wanderin’ star
When I get to heaven
Tie me to a tree
Or I’ll begin to roam
And soon you know where I will be
I was born under a wanderin’ star
A wanderin’ wanderin’ star