VICTOR MANUEL GUZMAN VILLENA
Romantic love is a temporary event, because it happens on the transient physical plane. The stages begin more or less as passion. There are the ruptures of emotion, the encounters. But romantic passion is also a link to eternity, because it longs to be lived beyond the physical tie, waiting to become absolute, definitive and complete. Every time we experience deep love, we escape time to approach the mystery and possibility of eternity. Love and passion ignore time. Those who lust purely to conjugate become victims of a rabid present and an unconsciousness to eternity. If we speak of true passion, our abilities to perceive timelessness are heightened.
However, the tragedy of lost love creates the danger of an eternal fixation on the past. This fixation continues to manifest its existence until something causes the negative emotional tie with the one lost to be broken. At that moment, an escape from the temporal flow is provoked, where the events that pass by can rest in the past, and are dissociated from the present. They can then become integrated and committed to oblivion.
However, human memory struggles to escape the opacity created by the unshakeable image of the loved one whom is no longer there. Attempting to retain the images of the past, in order to lend their intensity to the present, has been a constant preoccupation of humans. In an individual context, that mere actuality can be lived in a highly individual and independent manner. The future, indecipherable, does not penetrate us. The past is a region known but still fecund and, because of the prognostic nature of the human, never abandoned until the tie is somehow broken.
To make it possible to live from love, we must create what can be called an escape from the shackles of time. Love may be isolated from its original temporal context, crystallized by the powerful flow of the event that is no longer part of the past. This is constituted as a germ of what happens at one time and complete denunciation of a lifetime now nonexistent. Thus, the past is no longer "the past", because it removes its ghostly appearance and claims its actuality.
Extracted from the forgotten temporal memory, love may become a pure timeless experience of extra-temporal reality. The memory path becomes the instrument to create an erotic present moment, a recovery of past sensations, which is not intended only recreation, but that makes pleasure and memory on equal planes. An example of this is the invocation of a past sensation, which should have the memory of the body, the lips, the skin, which we know intuitively. The body seems to have cognitive ability, at least in the sensual, indelible sphere. The body feels, but it also thinks, it remembers. The body knows. Similar equivalences are experienced when our transcendent memories monopolize the most splendid eroticism and pleasure of our beings. When this occurs, we are creating a new ability to reflect on life that facilitates our abilities to come together as a whole.
The pleasure is the memory and reflection on the authentic life of unity with everything. At times, the memory does not need a complete catalog of experiences. The passing, the fleeting, can create an entire universe of sensations. A single moment, perhaps furtive and quick can be patented in our lives. The attraction does not need any other stimulus. The moment only needs the perception of the beautiful, the sublime, despite the temporary parquet of the encounter. It ends form, creating an essentialist eroticism that transcends all momentary form, where the intensity supersedes all else. The formulas of the ancient Greek-Syrians suggest a metaphysical return to the golden youth with their lover, the beauty, the love, if only for an hour. I propose an eternalpassion. This eternity is created with the stimuli of memory and the richness of the sensations that its renewal never exhausts. Let us point out that in the face of the clashes and disappointments of time there is still the possibility of transcendent reflection. Pain and old age disappear, if only for a moment, but the exhaustion that is life that can only be endured if we abound to what surpasses us. I invite you to go beyond the limits of knowledge, establishing new orders between words and things, using the manifold variety of tools provided by human experience, such as living small moments, looks, solitary ramblings. Thus we will get past and present, excluded from time, previously confusing our bodies and we can merge. One must warm ones self to the possibility of being be loved in the memory, obtaining its renewal, through an eloquence of the body that surpasses the time.