Bridge Break

 

Pasar el rato en un puente, jamás lo habría pensado. Tomarle tantas fotos y tratar de encontrarle todas las similitudes con uno casi idéntico de la Ciudad de Buenos Aires, tampoco. Descifrar su imponente estampa y estilo arquitectónico, quizás, si estuviera saliendo con un arquitecto. Pero aquí estoy, combinando blanco con blue jean y en pleno mes de Mayo, posando en el imponente Samuel Beckett Bridge de Dublín, uno de los puentes más instagramables de la ciudad, diseñado por el admirado Santiago Calatrava.

El cielo azul del domingo me acompaña y abraza, mientras la leve brisa del medio día, me despeína. Aunque no se note, por mi mente pasan nubes como estallidos, pensamientos como pesadillas y dudas como relámpagos. Es sin lugar a dudas, la transición de primavera a verano que saca a flote las emociones y las confunde con sensaciones. Todo como un proceso creativo, ese que responde cuando estás desconcentrada y que cambia cuando estabas casi segura de haberlo terminado. Sin embargo, está allí, como colgando de un puente, latente, entre el temor y la emoción, entre lo nuevo y lo obsoleto,  entre el logro y el fracaso. Es así de confuso, sin respuesta, es así como me pierdo reencontrándome y me reencuentro perdiéndome.

Solo paciencia y conciencia, para descubrirme y reconfortarme entre líneas, como los 31 tensores de cable de doble vuelta sujetos a un mástil de acero tubular, con plataforma para cuatro carriles de tráfico rodado y dos de tráfico peatonal, que le dan vida a este puente para así, presenciar y guardar historias de transeúntes y dementes.

(English)

Hanging on a bridge, I never would have thought. Taking as many pictures of it, while trying to find all the similarities with an almost identical one of Buenos Aires City, either. Decipher its impressive architectural style, perhaps, if I was dating an architect.

But here I am, mixing white with blue jean and in the middle of May, posing at the Samuel Beckett Bridge in Dublin, one of the most instagrammable bridges of the city, designed by talented Santiago Calatrava.

Sunday’s blue sky hugs me, while the light breeze of the midday, disheveled me. Although it is not noticeable, my mind goes through clouds like outbursts, thoughts like nightmares and doubts like lightnings. It is without doubt, the transition from spring to summer bringing emotions out, confusing them with sensations. All as a creative process, the one that responds when you are deconcentrated and that changes when you were almost sure of having finished it.

However, it is there, as if hanging from a bridge, beating, between fear and emotion, the new and the obsolete, between achievement and failure. It’s that confusing feeling, without an answer, losing myself in the moments I think I’m finding it.

All I need is patience, to discover me between lines, like the 31 double-turn cable tensioners attached to a tubular steel mast, with a platform of four lanes for cars and two pedestrians traffic, which give life to this bridge, to witness and keep stories of people who pass by.

Sofía

 

 

Photography Irina Vasilkova

I’m wearing…

Bodysuit, White Jeans, Sunglasses from Bershka

Denim Jacket Zara (Old)

Shoes TopShop (old)

 

 “Dance first. Think later. It’s the natural order.” – Samuel Beckett

“Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.” – Samuel Beckett

“No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found.”  – Samuel Beckett

“Words are all we have.” – Samuel Beckett

 “You’re on Earth. There’s no cure for that.” – Samuel Beckett

 “We are all born mad. Some remain so.” – Samuel Beckett

“Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it’s the most comical thing in the world.” – Samuel Beckett

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