Composing Stories

Coda

Xavier Losada — Thu, 07 Jan 2016 11:23:54 +0000

We start and end cycles,
little stories that define us,
move us
and lend the way to transcendence.
July 12th, August 31st,
every day is a reason to start,
a reason to call happiness

Ours

Xavier Losada — Sat, 22 Aug 2015 02:59:48 +0000

…you and me…

Illusion for DJ, Piano and Orchestra

Xavier Losada — Wed, 20 May 2015 18:14:20 +0000

“Your love of life shall be love of your highest hope; and your highest hope shall be the highest thought of life. Your highest thought, however, you should receive as a command from me: man is something that shall be overcome.”
F. Nietzsche, Así habló Zaratustra

We are networks of illusion.
We consume, offer, create and destroy illusion.
It doesn’t complain, doesn’t wait, it only elevates us.
It’s meaningless and painful by itself, it is helpless and misleading.
It needs an engine to transform reality,
to become music and move forward.

The Sea

Xavier Losada — Wed, 13 May 2015 02:30:58 +0000

“Always. With that wonder which all things
Elementary leave behind, the beauty
In evenings, the moon, flame of the bonfire.
Who is the sea, who am I? I will know it
In the days to come that follow the agony”
Jorge Luis Borges, El otro, el mismo.

Song for the shortfilm “Mar” by Juan Souki.

Zero-sum game

Xavier Losada — Wed, 03 Dec 2014 03:37:32 +0000

2 Miles

Xavier Losada — Sun, 28 Sep 2014 07:38:00 +0000

“I’m always thinking about creating.
My future starts when I wake up every morning…
Every day I find something creative to do with my life.”
Miles Davis (May 26, 1926 – September 28, 1991)

dig	the	with	nefertiti	aura	bird
Davis	Never	Brew	Bess	to	Jazz	Silent
Musings	Dial	Way	E.S.P	Period	Was	Real
Aura	Under	People	Dial	Someday	Under	Smiles
Amandla	Corner	Items	to	New	Johnson	Corner
Musings	Modern	Cookin’	Walkin’	Miles	Jazz	Groove
Bopping	2	Never	that	Yardbird	Nefertiti	Bags’
Babies	Dial	Miles	Steamin’	Arrest	Haze	Sketches
pour	Miles	Way	You’re	Jazz	Sextet	It
Corner	Steamin’		Birth	Live-Evil	of	1958
Relaxin’	New	Band	Ascenseur	E.S.P	Sextet	Moods
of	2	Groove	Corner	You’re	Songs	Miles
Filles	Filles	Under	Somethin’	Modern	Davis	Bitches
Dingo	Round	Will	Bopping	Music	Blue	the

The Hero’s Journey (the student journey)

Xavier Losada — Tue, 04 Mar 2014 03:44:38 +0000

“When we quit thinking primarily about ourselves and our own self-preservation,
we undergo a truly heroic transformation of consciousness.”
Joseph Campbell

Without asking where is his destiny, the hero builds it, fight for it and defends it.
He knows his destiny, and as he advances, he is just freeing the way

X-Patriate III (3rd movement)

Xavier Losada — Tue, 18 Feb 2014 04:11:21 +0000

Violence. Shortages. Anxiety. Traffic. Chaos. Tension. Insecurity. Closure. Disappointment. Kidnapping. Debacle. Consequences. Anarchy. Abuse. Misrule. Power. Exclusion. Wrath. Inequity. Tears. Strike. Frustration.

Some time ago we lost our homeland, today it lies kidnapped.
Once we step forward in unison, we will begin to build it again.

Think.

Walk.

X-Patriate II (2nd movement)

Xavier Losada — Tue, 18 Feb 2014 01:56:49 +0000

Gold, oil, human capital, labor and culture. Everything vanishes. Everything slides through the hands of the givers, splattering his remains to those who lie expats. A country rose and went flying to every corner of the world. Venezuela is not what they are robbing us, they are stealing us time, time to begin to rebuild it. On occasions I raise my head and look beyond El Avila, hoping that the idea, the hope of a new country, comes back at any time. The idea is dispelled by the struggle between men, because the struggle between men is uneven in nature and has no end. Time is endurance but not submission. Gold, oil, labor, culture and human capital fades day after day with hammer and chisel. The ideas descend gradually to lie on the mountains, the rivers and flood our ravines. We must be the ones who flood the streets and tie the hands of those who call themselves givers. Without gold, oil, education or job, El Avila continue to be expectant and he will watch arise a country that never existed. He’s giving us time. But even time runs out.

“God gives hope to the weak, so that he take the risk to be strong.”

X-Patriate

Xavier Losada — Mon, 20 Jan 2014 09:25:24 +0000

Dedicated to G. M. and my expatriated siblings.

It should not be called patria or nation where people live in fear.
It should not be called patria or nation where life became upheaval.
It should not be called patria or nation where people live under a bifid, disoriented and completely pulverized precept.

We live in an increasingly vicious reality where is no order; there is no real government nor regime of any kind.

Those who stayed here; those who are not plondering the country… We are exptriated already.

Expatriate: transitive verb. 1: banish, exile 2: to withdraw (oneself) from residence in or allegiance to one’s native country
Allegiance: the obligation of a feudal vassal to his liege lord b (1): the fidelity owed by a subject or citizen to a sovereign or government. (2): the obligation of an alien to the government under which the alien resides

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