Cat street keeps expressions of a geometric city submerged in the chaos of traffic, people and their industries. We decided to jump over the heavy and dense routine and make a delirious attempt to get some color with our stubbornness and A little bit of milk before bedtime never goes bad. Between the drops that spills the time to retract again and again figures, noises, rhythms, cold and hot. In the stories of the basements we swam with the intention of stealing moments to The street of cats keeps this ambitious plan. Delivering more of his seven lives to get the competition to time as a target. But time never stops to look at who or with whom they work to steal moments, he does not care that .. that's for street cats. Working on the error, dawning with bad color or black and white we plan how to rob moments to that old compulsive young man who does not sleep. In the street of the cats never stops this work.
Every time we leave the basements and ascend to the roofs, we see how the machines obscure the sky with their fumes and how clocks condition human lives. Our only goal is to look ... and stop, that moment. A leap as we walk on the roof for a little while until dawn.
Only these retinas we have to be stubborn, we have decided never to stop being it.
The street of cats holds immense secrets like stealing moments in time, with eyes before the wind. This is our invention, with which we keep secret moments, intimate silences, music, lights, colors, flashes, stories, lives and some Than another rabbit. Looks at the sky or some dark hole.
This box of looks is the only thing we have left to fight against that old compulsive time hungry. A life so many lives said a poet ... but after the seventh one does not know that it can happen ... for that reason he sent this manuscript to all those That like in the street of the cats they try unrestrained to make the fight to him to the time and to secretly keep memories: punzantes memories that as with the passage of the time they get more into the heart with more force they do not stop to do that. Defeat that barrier imposed by time ... this battle is not lost since you have a moment of silence with yourself and a look at the world in your box of looks.
He sent this manuscript because the fairies do exist ... I have seen those looks in the dark of their retinas.
He sent this manuscript in order to steal moments in time and take them with us, in order not to lose the desire to watch the silence and listen to our inner music.
You have in your hands a manuscript that tries a little to talk about what in the street of cats we call live ... we go, the box stays.
(Jump to the empty of the color)
Manuscript found inside a cardboard box. In an old abandoned house on 24th 