Caballo

One day you dreamed that you were free and to the awakening you met in a field fence. Caballo. You wanted to run but you could not. You wanted to dandle, to kick, to jump and to kick out. Caballo. Its time to neigh not to stop to sleep to the owner in his house, to another side of the fence. Its time from that the smell of your dregs comes to the nose of your jailer and muddies his rest.... Caballo This artistic project is born of an expressive need and therefore a look is first of everything to the navel. Our need does not have to be different from that of every artist when he feels that his blood does not fit him in the veins however much the system, the environment and determining some others try to convince him otherwise. We neither look for anything, nor want to say anything especially. Only we know that what we see and hear we have not just liked. We like what we do and it imports for us little the rest. This is what we do, this is what there is, tomorrow, God will say and only he knows if we will listen to him. Of all the possible channels, we have begun for the shout, the lament and the spit. Nevertheless we do not discard other possibilities, from the scrawl up to the graphical distortion or the mime. What we do is always a mixture of everything, through. Because of it, we walk today on a cable (http://www.caballo.com.es) but we can dance on the cut of a disc, run for the street or jump on the bar of a bar.Many people fit in Horse. But for what us incumbe in the essential thing we are 1, 2 and 3 and are not the holiest trinity, not. One or two to compose, one or two to record but three to shout. We like the force of the direct one and for it we want neigh cigar of the horse, the sound of his hulls and his tail banishing the flies. Because already it is known that where there is shit there are flies, and of all that, as Caballo that we are, we deal awhile. Because it sounds and resounds, it drives, calls, smells and vibrates; because of it fuck you, fuck you