Grafo Volaverunt


Buenos Aires is a city of violent nuances that are part of a strange symbiosis that is difficult to explain; It's like a beautiful young woman with delicate and sweet features who seems to be at the full of her life but who in turn is infested with countless evil tumors that consume her inside and steal her life. In its bowels, the souls bound to the city sail tirelessly and aimlessly. They embrace the hope that the river will have an end and a port of bliss that receives them with open arms, but time passes and hope gradually dies into a pile of ashes that do not even resemble what form they had in their golden years. Time passes and in each of those years thousands of navigators launch into those turbulent waters embracing the same hopes and making the same mistakes that their predecessors, ignoring with all their might one of the few truths that exist in this world: The rivers of Buenos Aires are infinite and cross each other, the port does not exist, everyone is doomed to sail until the ashes are scattered by the wind and the ship sinks into oblivion. Providence decided to make the world this way. Happiness was not made to be available to man, the hope is only an unattainable sun on the horizon. In his attempt to protect us, the providence decided that no dream should be fulfilled, for one's dreams are the nightmares of others.

Away from the sight of the common man, under the skin of the city, there is a forbidden place within his own veins that must not be held accountable to any law, neither of God nor of man. Few came to know her real name and far less could see her with her own eyes. The sayings of the legends and gossip of the madmen say that that place is not made of ordinary matter like the rest of Buenos Aires and the universe, but that its paths, its walls and its sky is built with blocks of ideas. A dangerous and powerful material, but above all: tempting. Those who are most tempted to reach their soil and see the color of their walls are a small group that always share characteristics, are those that their dreams are not the nightmares of any other but are the subject matter of their own horrors. They, the damned, know the true nature of the city, they know that nothing makes sense and that knowledge is what moves them. The Damned, sunk in that chaos, seek order and make sense of all those fragments of reality that move randomly around the city because they believe that that act will be able to fill the pit of darkness that are their hearts, however, even if they are different from the rest, they are also souls tied to the city and its rules and so they are also wrong.

December 2013, the stars are propitious again and the path to the dreamlands has been visible again in the eyes of men. But men have forgotten the legends, the Damned ones who sailed the earth in search of that corner of the world have completely disappeared and the few that remain are not even aware of their condition. We live in a sad and strange time, aware of our fleetingness we have resigned ourselves to it and finally the world has overcome us and can now quietly devour us. However, among all the men of the world, there was one who (perhaps by mere chance) knew how to see that path, and saw it open before him, and at that very moment the flame asleep in him suddenly awoke and burned with the force that hides all the flames that sleep in men and devouring it completely made him open his eyes and hypnotized him to the world that had suddenly appeared before him leading him to that path that he had abandoned so long.

The awakened walked forward for days watching Buenos Aires slowly mutate at every step, revealing its true form, showing its true purpose. The man saw in seconds the fleeting existence of thousands of men and women who did not attempt to change the city, saw them pass happily but asleep and finally forgotten. He also saw the city disguise itself as a man to deceive people, slowly devouring us to perpetuate itself and be immortal and immutable.

Another thousand horrors paraded before the Cursed's eyes as he was getting closer and closer to the Dreamlands until finally an immense portal appeared before him. In that door were engraved the destinies of all men who dwelt, dwelled and will inhabit the earth. The man stopped, knew that if he opened that door he could no longer go back, now he had to choose: go through the door and have in his hands ideas made matter and the ability to mold them, or return to the Buenos Aires of old, and sleep peacefully and happy, ignorant of the reality that hides the city.
The man was tempted to imagine a peaceful life and then a death bed surrounded by loved ones, but the flame of the unharmed burned again in him, taking him away from that vision and helping him to take the final step that caused him through the portal.

And a new world opened before him.

Explaining what the new awakening saw is simply impossible. He saw all his ideas and thoughts become flesh, as time ceased to be linear and every moment of his life became eternities that overlapped each other. The man saw all the truths of the world and the universe and asked himself questions that he could never have imagined.

At that moment the awakened knew how the gods feel and did not want to leave that state. Desperate, seeing that the stars were abandoned the position that had dragged him down the path of the Cursed, the Awakened to travel through all the ideas of flesh that now flew around seeking the help that would allow him to remain in that state of omniscience that had intoxicated him. And the answer came before him: To be immortal, to become eternal and immutable, that was the answer to be forever omniscient, forever God.

Finally, the stars abandoned their position and the path to the land of dreams was once again hidden.

January 2014, the Awakened made a mistake, like his predecessors, copying the form of the only immortal he knows. Buenos Aires is now going to be colder and crueler than ever.

The Devil's deck

Monsters hide in the primordial chaos of the human soul. In that tumultuous ocean they sail through us observing every moment of our lives, hypnotized by the images that come from the outside world. All the emotions, all the sensations that we experience they observe through our eyes and try to whisper in our ears ideas that lead us to experience their favorite scenes over and over again. Being able to feel what a human heart feels is its highest desire. But their nature is simply too different from human, they are primal creatures that move by a pure instinct and alien to any type of reason. They only seek to quench that thirst that consumes them constantly but their minds intoxicated by these experiences cease to be able to see clearly and makes them want distorted versions of what they once sought.

In 1756 a Spanish priest known as "Fernando the flagellant" moved after witnessing the execution of a child and his father accused of heresy decided to embark on a pilgrimage with the boy's remains to ensure that the soul of that child was totally atoned for of all kinds of sin. Pilgrimage that 3 years later would lead him to the same destination.
After the execution of the heretics, Fernando took the charred remains of the boy and with them made a capirote (a conical hat used by the Nazarenes during Easter) and embarked on a silent procession to Santiago de Compostela.
"Capricho 23" Fernando in his trial by Goya

After the Spanish inquisition was completely abolished in the Cortes of Cádiz in 1813, several documents came to light, including the transcripts of the confessions made by Fernando the flagellant before being condemned to the stake. The following paragraph is an excerpt from that text:
"You ask me what are those cards that I have brought with me since I returned from my pilgrimage hoping that you will receive the answer that you have already decided on me. Let me ask you: What will you do with those cards if I give you the answer that so long?What would you do if I told you that those cards were made by the Devil?What will you do if I told you that the Devil is in this room waiting for your answer?Will you burn those cards next to my body at the stake?Will you have the courage to bear the wrath of Lucifer in your body? "
The cards to which Fernando refers are a deck of 20 cards (which would later be known as "The Devil's deck") that were confiscated with his journal after his incarceration by the inquisition.The cards are as follows:
I - The Fly Nest
II - The Warlock
III - The Magic
IV - The Trepanator
V - The Spell
VI - The Hood of Bones
VII - The Black Sultan
VIII - The Cannibal
IX – The Wolves
X - The mirror
XI - The Court
XII - Madness
XIII - The Truth
XIV - The Lie
XV - The Dead City
XVI - The Ancient Palaces
XVII - Beelzebub
XVIII - The Worshipers of Meat
XIX - The Sacrifice
XX - The forbidden
Fernando's diary sheds a little light on these letters. After days of fasting and silence on his pilgrimage, Fernando began to ask the Lord for a proof that would give him strength to continue his journey. Something inside himself asked to be sure that the journey in search of the total redemption of that child's soul was not in vain. The days passed and one day in which Fernando had a blank mind, only thinking about his steps a voice appeared. Fernando described it this way in his diary: «A voice appeared on the horizon. His words were foreign to any known language. Is this the sign that the Lord has sent me? Is this one of your angels coming to my rescue to strengthen my faith?
The diary continues to describe the appearance of that voice, with increasing frequency: “It is the fifth day in a row that the voice reappears. His language is still incomprehensible to me, but I have found that trying to repeat those words immediately upon awakening images begin to sprout in my mind. When this happens I wonder, is this the language angels use to speak to the Lord?”
Fernando began to repeat the words that the voices dictated to him and from the images that arose in his mind he began to notice that many of them were repeated over and over again. From these images came the 20 cards of the Devil's Deck.
"After seeing the images returned to me by the voices that continue to torment me since that day when I began to make a pilgrimage, I am convinced that its nature is not heavenly. Yesterday I have committed perhaps the greatest of sins since Adam succumbed to the deceits of the evil one ... I used the cards that I swore not to see again since I finished my pilgrimage. Hidden truths have been revealed to me. Hell is in us and the cards are a map to navigate the human soul. »
Original map of La Plata city

Since its appearance the devil's deck has had several owners throughout history. For example, it is known that shortly after the Court of Cádiz ended the inquisition, the cards ended up in the hands of the Masons. Proof of this is the Argentine city of La Plata, founded in 1882, which was designed in the image of letter number XV - The Dead City and of the 23 squares of the city, 20 represent the cards and the remaining 3 Fernando, the boy and his father. During the twentieth century the whereabouts of the cards was largely unknown, reappearing again at the end of it in 1996. In her work "Spirit Cooking" the Yugoslav artist Marina Abramovic writes several passages from the diary of Fernando the flagellant, later making them known in an Interview that she had contact with the diary and that the cards are in the possession of an art collector which she refused to give the name.
Spirit Cooking

On July 8, 2007 the city of La Plata woke up with a macabre postcard: The corpse of a brutally murdered woman appeared in the Plaza de la Catedral (in the center of the city). The victim's body had a total of 326 stab wounds, amputated hands, and all of her dentures were removed. That scene was forever etched in the memory of the city's inhabitants. Next to the body, the only thing found was a cell phone (which was activated minutes before the victim's alleged death) that contained a strange series of messages that came from an anonymous number.
As it became known later, these were the messages:
1) You saw it. It was just as you imagined it, wasn't it?
2) you will not regret
3) It's like I told you, we are nothing.
4) They are listening
5) It doesn't matter if you disconnect the phone, they always listen. Whatever you do.
6) They are inside of us.
7) what happens?
8) He will arrive in a few hours; he comes from New York. They told me he's going to bring the cards.
9) Yes, he will bring them. It is 100% safe. Today it gets
10) Don't be afraid, we will see them.
11) If everything goes well, tomorrow ... tomorrow they will be able to cross the bridge
That same day, at 8:30 pm, a man called a newscast that was reporting on the murder, saying that he had been the author of the murder. What he said was this: “The cards spoke to us. They made voices appear in our heads. They observe the world through our eyes. They want to have the pleasures that only flesh can offer. Their Avatars are already among us, but tomorrow they will no longer be necessary. Tomorrow, tomorrow they will come." The call was traced to a public phone near the cathedral but the man who made it could never be identified.
The next day, on July 9, 2007, La Plata rose again with a macabre postcard: in 20 of the 23 squares of the city, dead dogs, with all the organs removed, appeared to start the day, but that news did not came to the front page as if the corpse of the cathedral did. What decorated the covers of the newspapers and what all the news talked about was the event that really surprised the city: After 100 years it snowed again in the city and the streets were dyed white.
July 9, 2007. Snow on La Plata after 100 years

Grafo Volaverunt


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