Mario Framis Pujol — The forest of the self & poems.
I was born in Barcelona, Spain, with roots coming all the way from upstate New York, Mallorca, Catalonia & France. An early career in fashion took me on a sustainability journey; I codeveloped a jeans brand that followed my ideas of making clothes for everyday use that would last for a long time & have the minimum negative impact possible on the planet. This & my love for nature eventually lead me to learn about farming through self-study, by working in different farms & learning from other farmers, & even starting myself an agroecological project in Spain where I carried on field research on regenerative agriculture & sustainable ways of living.
I also cherish writing poetry as a way to explore the self & I'm editing a compilation of my latest poems that'll be available to the public by the end of October 2023. — Mario
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berlin, november 2022
an uneasiness
cause I didn’t express
my attraction to you,
cause I feel insecure
about walking you home
to another man.
succinct
rebalanced truth
what is the narrative in your head?
was this a dream?
alentejo, portugal, september 2022
a vegan food stand
in front of the local prison
look at me
I’m interesting
you can stay for as long as you want.
how many years have you gone without celebrating Christmas? climbing another brick wall that I had seen
because I was standing in the dark the hammock settles
into a gentle swing
please tell me
about your darkest moments.
parents
august 2022, alentejo
did I ever hurt you?
I’m over blaming you
if I did, I’m sorry
but I would like you to understand I never hurt you
like you never hurt me
if anything,
I hurt myself & blamed you.
the beautiful insight of going inwards relearning to pick the things that make me
feel good
& reject the ones I don’t want
discovering new ways
to caress the one you love to be present in my words.
I sometimes dream about lakes diving into its bottom
& finding rusty tools.
I love you
just as you are.
maybe today the baobab will sprout & you’ll decide
to come with me to the Chinese doctor.
the life of a nomad
june 2022, alentejo, portugal
becoming a monk
a farmer in Africa
did I ever get lost
in the dance of illusion resonating
with the cowgirl
who rides off alone
at sunset
seeking some other excitement over the next hill
but I do know
when to stop & settle
at least for a bit
the moment is coming
when I stand still
in front of my library
deciding which book to read next.
within & without
limits of the king
decision of the warrior reflection of the magician find truce
around the fire
these figures slowly melt
& an eyes stares right into me
from the bottom
of my pink “I love NY” cup.
the shadow of Moses
my fingertips burn
an accent that comes from nowhere a lover who lately doesn’t love
but tends to get in fights
rubber tires & communes
may 2022, spain
a road trip to find out
what it means to live together
the taste of life
sun rising above the calm Mediterranean
sea
a man initiation
burying one’s own stuffed animal
a whole life trying to reach maturation, adulthood
I now accept I am who I am
I don’t need to force anything
no demonstrating self-resilience
no demonstrating that I’m against anything established
who needs to see me as a man
that can already find the magic in their
path.
locked
alentejo, august 2022
locked in my room
a room with no lock
carry me to the depth on my mind
a mind that dreams
dreams of coming together with you.
I feel your warmth
as we dance closer together
the light is red
dim, dim
steamy & hot
the drums come in
with a knock on the door the door with no lock.
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berlin, november 2022
I made it to the other side
& now they’re summoning us
a spherical miracle
I sometimes think of you then I smile
“resistance isn’t futile, resistance is fertile”4
mesmerized spellbound hypnotizing moon milk who do you wanna be if not yourself? sometimes
the ego will creep up behind you you’ll hear him come
& you’ll let him take the stage
while you look away
acting like you’re not noticing
& sometimes you’ll be brave enough to
push it aside.
bedtime
june 2022, alentejo
does writing make you a writer?
finding meaning for the sentences I write
I fell asleep
while trying to put Djiva to bed tomorrow I fly to Africa
the baby coughs
but falls back asleep
dreaming of ikebana
with yellow daffodils.
If you want to know more about Mario’s compilation of poems
or about his work, feel free to contact him.
Reach Mario
Writing & Poems — Mario Framis Pujol
Photography — Nicolas Denis
Produced by Studio Collectif.
