Splendor of Quantum Fields

Jump High or The Astonishment of Madrid

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Living the tragedy of being born always was unbearable for me, especially after the setback experienced between America and Europe. Something like slipping between lines of flight pushing the future and drifting away a plan to reach the wandering silence of God, the anteroom above after crossing the threshold, going up to the pantheon and working with the materials they left me, composing the unnamed worlds and lives from another time that were never told.

Thanks to this circumstance and some jasmine from my mother Litamia one fine day I decided to return to the place of origin to jump high. An uncharted territory where you are neither alive nor dead and the existence passes between emnations of two worlds that guard the kingdoms of the threshold. Black box at last between the glimpse and what we are looking for in the last level of reality that has to take you to the substance of which their ghosts are made.

We only have to observe the first known map on the ground where we can see how all the infinite content between ridges and valleys, spheres and spirals in the immensity of the void is. Then what happens will be happening in the turbulent waters that run through the cosmic bottom and my garden. On these materials the CC travels with its universe of liquid similarities, opening the tunnel of time.

Hence its fascination, which tells of a host of unique and unrepeatable events that predict the fates of a world of worlds and reconstruct a thread of quantum writing, even though it takes a hundred or two hundred more years to fit its existence into the literary landscape of tradition. Now each one can create their own worlds of n dimensions that collapse. They are the captured similarities that walk from my hand and I with them. Their lives and interactions will not leave anyone indifferent. They begin in a certain greater reality that goes beyond the limits. of our existence. It would be said of the person who produces them - be it geometry, chemical, physical or semi-god of infinite nature - that he is capable of creating entire universes, organizing the chance that has become and showing between veils of shadow a record of them on the edge of the worlds. or extra dimension. On the other side, the creative act of unnamed worlds and the astonishment of being lives from another time in clandestine encounters or unexpected phantasmagorias like the one in which I walked weightless on the feet of San Pio de Pietrelcina clinging to their clothes who took me levitating out of a lava dome in a high danger radius of the Chillán volcano, freeing myself from a almost certain death or that other in which the vibrational patterns of the Creation  or fundamental building blocks of the quantum vacuum were brought in reinforcement here to me to Madrid.

At midnight the Quantum Field will cross the entrance portico for you to cohabit in the timeless and a breath between two worlds will take you to the underworld or not take you as in the previous universe of the Platonic archetypes. 

In these 3 quantum images the S-T gathers past, present and future of Gabriela Mistral, Pablo Neruda and the Author. 

The 3 have a common past of belonging to the same country of origin, the 3 were contemporaries although with distance from each other and the 3 quantum field brought them together in Madrid as the second country of residence and life, as Pablo Neruda always wanted to do whenever he visited the Author's city. 

In this common destiny of memory, life death and posterity, the  Author revives the union of the creation in the S-T Writing the Quantum Myths that they say;

" ¡Y parece divino el lugar!

- dice Sócrates a Platón -

ante la llamada Piedra Redonda

de Hispania la Cuántica

donde  danzan hermosas coronas

emparentados con ellos

como diosas del templo del tono

con el obsequio de su canto

para que yo ordene

materia de cuanto

en tono de cuanto..."