Rai * Draw Escalé
Before the image was scale, especially the scale. Right now I try to define the scale of the places and people, of memory and the present. Once in Valencia, I met a man who planned to write a Treatise on the hole. This man, his name was Prim, Prim Sergio ( The scale of the maps ), was in love with a woman for ten years. One night she appeared at the bus station and soon after fell in love with him. He did not know what to do when a dream to be kept and turned into something tangible, so the matter did not end so well as expected. According Prim, was a matter of scale. It said the scale of it was very small, so in his eyes he had a disproportionately large, and Prim was more like a vague point in the map of their own history. His love must necessarily increase the scale to see what it was: a small man, the kind that do not support mediocre failures.
That meeting led me to think for several days and the great men who are not. Being a big man implies certain responsibilities and willingness to come forward and represent to the world. The big man has not discovered the cracks and the corners, not to doubt his thinking is timely and circular like clockwork. Within those cavities that are closed is inhabited by the little man, who looks without being observed. The little man is who gets the final to remember what the world dismisses for lack of interest. The little man is entirely by road, but never managed to cover. The little man perceived brightness subtle drops of dew at dawn. The little man settles in the crevices and hunts. The big man with the soles of the feet all its weight sinks into the ocean, the small steps over the waters. The biggest ever falls short of the small, the clock mechanism does not allow you to scale. The little man big question and the answer, but, generally, erroneous or in part.
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