SIPAF 2018

SIPAF 2018 Solidarity in PERFORMANCE - Art Festival.september 2018

A blink of an eye of SIPAF2018 – by Maria Victoria Muñoz

Knock, Knock, Knock

I saw a shadow hitting his soul; punishing his owner relentlessly.

I saw a group of people waiting impatiently for a bus.

I saw the sweat that was spreading in the small space of a Jeepney;

I saw three cats suffocated by the heat.

I saw the smile of complicity of a child in the alley.

I saw the refineries’ smoking stack shitting the environment.

I saw plastic angels trapped in dust.

I saw shredded newspaper; balled and plugged in the throat.

I saw the misunderstanding of a dragon without wings.

I saw a young woman dressed in white; giving illusions to passers-by.

I saw a guitar; who cried.

I saw a beggar sniffing glue from the bottle of hope.

Knock, Knock, Knock

I saw hundreds of nice faces; confronting the rage of typhoon Mangkhut.

I saw curious students; inquiring and questioning SIPAF 2018.

I saw two bodies united in deep passion; sharing a moment of love.

I saw a procession of blue balloons; wrapped themselves in laughter and dreams.

I saw a policeman wearing a black hat; stopping passers-by with black ink.

I saw cameras without a face; willing to capture each performance.

Knock, Knock, Knock

I saw happy children; singing and dancing to the beat of percussion instruments.

I saw how my heart filled with joy; their little hands clapping rhythmically. #anakbalebalayan

Knock, Knock, Knock

I saw Angeles City,

I saw beautiful people,

I saw help.

I saw six pink umbrellas; walking the streets of Intramuros in the rain.

I saw the red dress sweeping in the rhythm of walking; A little against the busy city of Manila.

mahal kita, mahal kita, mahal kita

I saw the cheerful faces of the students of; PUP, Myriam College, Holy Angeles University.

Salamat, Salamat, Salamat

I saw back in time; a hammock made of abaca; full of memories. Two slaves dressed in spotless white; reflected on the wet pavement,

I saw about twenty students; in attack position; They held invisible guns in their hands.

I saw the sadness that the Philippines are living two years ago; thousands of lifes have been taken without any reason,hundreds of widows; children without parents, "You cry, I can not."

I saw how a mother said goodbye to her son; in a small coffin,thousands of families; They mourn the loss of their Relatives.

I saw my tears, They mixed with the pain of the other.

Sorry, sorry, sorry

I saw the camaraderie of a double golden triangle; Thailand, Myanmar, Vietnam and Colombia, Philippines, China.

I saw the silence of thousands of innocents; on a "Off Limits" sign,

I saw the pain of not being able to eat a chocolate bar,

I saw a collection of stones wrapped in black thread.

I saw a woman sitting in a row of chairs.

I saw the reflection of thousands of homeless people daily; With great indifference we crossed paths in the streets.

I saw a women's bathroom; an intruder without a shirt; Urging urgently to be caressed.

I saw students; reaching out to help me.

I saw a shadow; being attacked by its owner.

I saw a hundred generations healings; I saw it from the heights of a tree.

I saw a chain of events; an old man in diapers.

I saw hundreds of candles lit; a lot of prayers and supplications, a metal rope that connected us, a soccer field and white gloves.

I saw a thread of quills; protecting a territory.

I saw a shaman; reciting in a strange language, soul sounds in a mall in Angeles City. A written prayer; on craft paper, a mantra in someone else's voice, broken promises, paper walls, a pilgrim beating his back without ceasing.

I saw the lost looks on the horizon, a man releasing a bird, listen to ancestral songs, catharsis and sobs, a group of artists; joined to the singing of a guitar.

I saw the fire, illuminating the broken hearts.

I saw a provocative mouth; swallowing a red pepper.

I saw a man in black and white; running against the current, feeding a cloud of sadness. I heard a cry for help; drowning in pain, bare feet; running in circles.

I saw Mr. Bely's effort; and his eyes full of tears.

I saw a figure on the horizon; wearing an anti-gas mask, a dress of orange stripes.

I saw a man protesting; with a box of tomato paste.

I saw a friend offering us his hand; a handful of rice from hisplate.

I saw a strange being; tangled her body in her own spider web.

I saw a group of people; following instructions at a sacred rhythm, an old man in diapers with his baton.

I saw a saint incarnated in the body of a man; giving children a place of learning and didactic games to the rhythm of drums and treasures.

I saw many icons; in bodies of young rebels.

I saw a teacher being very generous.

I saw limits.

I saw devils dressed as angels and angels as devils.

Knock, Knock, Knock