Saturday, March 29, 2014

The land of brave is the home of freedom too.



Because you let me go away,
I'm with you.
Because you hear my voice as my voice is,
I'm with you.
And when mountains tremble and all is grey,
when it's the time of going away,
perhaps with emptiness, 
or a strange loneliness,
I'm with you.

Because we're two,
I'm with you.
Because I have my word and you have yours,
I'm with you.
And when the deep blue light 
of a wild and free sea
calls us towards the horizon,
I'll sail with you 
on a bright crystal,
searching adventures and knowledges,
in a world of syrens and godesses,
where differences will be treasures,
and people will not fear strange sounds.
We'll walk together
by wide grounds of gardens 
and unlooked-for paths 
that change their sense 
with random script
written by magicians of old lost worlds
who know the human's core.

Because you're free,
I'm with you.
the land of brave is the home of freedom too. 

Jeremias Soler
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Thursday, March 27, 2014

Shakira has recorded a song in Catalan, and she has been insulted for this reason. Really, People who hates a language, also hates all the languages in the world.

Image of Georges Biard from Wikipedia


In Spain, international artists who decide to sing in catalan are despised by many narrow minded people. Shakira has recorded only one song in catalan in his new album, and she has received a lot of insults from many people that identify Spain only with Castilla. 
Castilla is the spanish region that for centuries has dominated Spanish state, and that many times has cut or forbidden any culture different to castilian culture. 
Catalonia, nowadays, is living a convulsed period, with attacks to its autonomy, with cuts in its decision-making in matters like education or taxes. Catalan people have chosen deputies that defend the right of Catalonia to decide its future. The big most of deputies of Catalan Parliament declared some months ago  that Catalonia is a sovereign people and that Catalonia has the right to decide its future like any other people in the world.
Yesterday, The Spanish Constitutional Tribunal, rejected the words of Catalan Parliament, and proclamed null that declaration (the declaration of the parliament of a country, the will of  a whole country) only because Parliament's words were contraries to Spanish Constitution, a law that was approved after Franco's death in a hard period of  stress and darkness. In that moment, people couldn't chose other law that Constitution, a Constitution that was write to please not only all the political parties but also the army of Franco and the ancient dictatorship's powers. 
Because to this Spanish Law, a whole country, like Catalonia, can not decide its future; perhaps this country want that its future is to be into Spain, but catalonia can not even decide this. This country suffers the despise to its language; a constant and cruel despise. Shakira begins to know it.

People who hates a language, also hates all the languages in the world. All the languages of the world reveal us an unique way of understanding the existence, a only way of watching life. Every language is a human treasure, a living treasure, the recording of all the details of the human heart. The more languages we know the more free we are. To love a language means to love all the people who speaks in that language.

So... my friends of all the world that usually read me... I need your help. 
Please... tell to your friends, to your family, to your lands...that the catalan language exists, that catalan literature exists,  that there are in Catalonia more than six milions of persons that must live as if their language was a second-class language. Tell to the people of your scope that the song of the last album of Shakira "Boig per tu" is sung in catalan language. Tell them that catalan language is the language of Catalonia, and that Catalonia  is a land that by now belong to Spanish State. Tell them that Catalonia has a Parliament, and that Parliament of Catalonia can't speak freely, and that catalan people can't decide its future because Spain doesn't want.

Catalonia is a peace's land, our only weapon is the word and the sanity, our only treasure is our culture, and our reason of being is wanting being. In Catalonia, all of you, have your home.      

You can read here the problem that Shakira has suffered for the song "Boig per tu".

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Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Mediterranean temple, under the fire, hugging the wind.


A wooden path over the deep blue. The deep blue into my heart. 
Blue and bright, blue and wide... sharp smell of salt
Salt's wind, wet wind of summer, wet wind of sea.
Salt on skin, sun on skin, pure sea's water on cupper skin,
and the brown path meanders above sand.
Sand of sun's fire, summer's fire, fire's light.
Blue light of sea, Mediterranean temple, under the fire, hugging the wind, 
adoring the wet breeze of water.

Naked soul that reflects existence's core. Naked skin that adores life's love. Naked mind that binds to Earth. Naked smile that softly sleeps and dreams.
Dream that comes true. Mind on deep blue. My bare feet walking on hot sand.
Summer's dreams. Eternal dreams. Intense salt's smell on my mind.
Sea's kiss. Water's kiss.

Visual Images and felt words in the optional clothing beach of Roca Grossa










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Tuesday, March 25, 2014

More about the land of crystal water.



Today I will write again about Cadaqués and Cap de Creus. Because this is a very beautiful place. As I said, that was the land of Dalí
A land near the mediterranean sea, where water is clean like a crystal, forests arrive to the sea's waves, the wind smell salt, and many times we can hear the sound of the ancient sailor songs, and the sound of "Havaneres", the songs that sailors sung in the XIX century when they travelled to Cuba for trade or for the war. These are songs that fill hearts of nostalgy. 
A land with a lot of little inlets, usually lonely inlets, where people can swim and sunbathe without clothes, freely. Some people say that this is the most beautiful land of the Earth. I don't know if this is the most beautiful land in the Earth, but I can tell you that the beauty of this country is so sublime like the lines of a nude body under the sun, like the reflex of cupper skin with the daylight. 
Unfortunately, as I said too, an excessive amount of turists has stolen a little part of the charming  magic of this place; but if you travel there on may or june, or september, you can still find those freedom and original beauty that Earth had once upon a time. 
This is a place to escape from world acceleration. I hope you visit and enjoy that place.    


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Sunday, March 23, 2014

Catalonia. Wanting be. (Poetry)

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Where the thyme rules, and the rosemary,
the sun spreads spears of fire
from the wide blue and the bright foam,
and hands on hands arise live castles
of will and fight and love, skyward.

Where words are the only heavy weaponry,
and core declaims the strong desire
of walking free, of wanting be,
despite of those who don't want see.

Where fairy mountains climb to clouds
with the stone's fingers between woods
and trouble waters banging cliffs
that still endure in spite of coups.

Jeremias Soler
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Friday, March 21, 2014

Time sleeps on beach


Where the wind spreads deep scent of salt,
sea's roaring song embrace the soaked instant.
Water kisses my spirit through my skin and spouts
a pure and blue poem about gods and sirens.

Nature brings to naught any sense of emptiness.
The waves soul burns up shining like a live coal;
trodden velvet's sand, beating heart of Earth,
 warm shudder of love from my ancient mother. 

Brother of the woods, I enjoy the green light
from the well-turned trees, standing on the shelving.
They dance with the soft cadence of the breeze,
whispering to stones amorous compliments.

Time sleeps on beach while the life is growing... 

Jeremias Soler
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Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Your name in the Space...


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From the sunset's sky, the wind has read a verse,
It sounded like an anthem of hapiness and life.
Existence has started the stars in univers,
and the darkness has died by a cold candles knive.
Mystery has sung your name in the space
And love has watched your eyes with a smile, face to face.
Because you're the knight of the freedom, and death
is not a fear for those who are living with the faith
on peace, on words, on people, on nakedness, on Earth.
For walking with a brave mind, there is only one place,
the land of those who feel as if they were a pure heart
of the street's simple people who work day after day,
of the children whose main will is playing freedom's game;
to be your friend, as clear as sun, without treasures or fame.

Somebody have the power, the money and the grey
speech of resignation, they only want to obey
hypocresy, ambition, streched golden belt ,
pressed clothes, jailed body, protocol, and fake
needs that money invented for turning into slave.
Somebody think that everybody will believe their lies.
But sunset's sky has drawn a word on the heaven's surface
it's only a word that when you born It wished be your name

A verse, a song, a dream, a hope, freedom, freedom, yes!  

Jeremias Soler
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Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Mr President (Mr Director, Mr executive, Mr Teacher, Mr Doctor...) tear down this wall...


World is full of people that are too much occupied owning the world. They have no time to think about the right of people. They don't value the idea of justice. They say: "the world is an injust place, you should get used to this fact" and then, they go back to their main matter: to own the world.
I'm the president. I'm the most powerfull. I'm the leader of the world. This realities are useless if this powerfull person doesn't use his (or her) power to improve people's life. A powerfull person that works only for his own interest is an useless person. He one day will die, and he will discover himself with empty hands.
"I can't change the world", say many people, and therefore they don't change the world. If we don't try to improve the life of everybody, life hasn't sense.
For centuries we have belonged to violent nations that have humbled the world. The Spanish crown destroyed cultural values of the America that flourished before Colon's adventure, they thought that they had to convert indigenous to christianity and they believed that all about the life of indigenous was wild and pagan. Many american nations were destroyed. In north america there was the same problem with english and irish settlers and indigenous people of meadows and mountains. Around the world, slavery was an attractive business. In Barcelona many people won a lot of money, hunting persons in Africa to sell them in America later. Slavery was a legal business. Legality was blessed by religious powers. Legality was an absolute value. The idea of goodness or badness had to be tied with the legality of powerful people. The world changed slowly, but today world still languishes in an dark ocean of injustice and strategical interests. The old ideals of young people, quickly dissapear.

 I ask everybody to embrace the dream of changing world. If everyone changes his (or her) little part, everybody will be able to change the whole world. We must feel the feelings of the others, the feelings of the different people, the feelings of the different cultures, the feelings of the minorities, the hapiness of the little people. We must love the hapiness of the people who live far of us as good as we love the hapiness of people who live near of us.

Saturday, March 15, 2014

When the warlords play chess people wants to live.



Warlords, destroy weapons, change your faces and your names, and watch the sea.  
Sun is brighting and flashes us with waves,  all is full of light kisses for people in peace.

Warlords, look the smiles  of those who have never decided anything. They born in a land with forests and meadows. It sounds a soft song of wind between the tops. 

Warlords, you are poor and miserable men, deciding which love is good, and which love is bad. Earth made all the loves around the landscape, and you say that you own the wisdom to decide what is good and what is bad. 

You take your gun as if it was God, but you are empty and miserable blind men... One day, you'll die as everybody,  and you will be alone and poor, only with you. 
You posses only what you are. You owe what you have.

In the land of tartars, thousands of hearts are living; simple monotony of the fight of every day: we want survive, we want to eat, we want to built a better world for children, as everywhere.

In a land as any land, people smile and love people, but the lords of  war play chess.
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Friday, March 14, 2014

Mr Obama, please: democracy or legality in Catalonia? We want both.

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Mr Obama, I keep thinking about your words about the referendum in Crimea, which in an indirect way, because they are different cases, affect to the situation of my country: Catalonia. I would like us to read together a brief passage from the United States Declaration of Independence.

Before, I want to ask myself why do powerfull people consider that legality is more important than democracy? George Washington chose democracy. George Washington disobeyed the english legality and worked for the freedom of the United States. If he had obey english legality, New York would be an important city of U.K. , and probably all american people would say "God Save the Queen!".

I wish a world where all the lands can freely choose their destiny, not by the war but by the votes and the democracy. All cultures in the world have the right to be free. Nowadays, we have human rights, the rights of everybody. We must also declare the rights of the cultures, the rights of nations, the rights of all the lands to be free... We have the human duty of reaching for everybody the right of living in a cultural identity that must shine freely.

I want to read some words of the United States Declaration of Independence, and ask some questions to the president Obama:

Mr Obama, do you know the destructive treatment than the differents Spanish Governments have inflicted to Catalan Culture? 
Mr Obama, do you know the abuses and usurpations, the despotism, that Catalan Nation have suffered from the spanish governments?

We don't want to disobey the legality; we want to act in a legal way. We only want the right to vote, the right to decide our future in a referendum. The Spanish government forbids the voice of Catalan People. Who can defend this kind of strange legality? 
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"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.
That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security."
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Wednesday, March 12, 2014

People live on their smile. A radiant day in Cala Fonda.





Last 29 of june, was a radiant day in Cala Fonda. 
A concert that expressed the wish of Catalonia for deciding its future.
A day of freedom. 
A beach's day that broke protocols and artificial uniformity. 
A day of sun, of sea, of salt, of waves, of nakedness. 
A day of indescribable joy. A day when we reached the warmth that we had waited so long. 
A day that thieves and fascists never will understand, because they are obsessed with golf's holes and with elitist clubs, because they are making grow bank accounts, because they are negotiating with enemies of culture and Earth.
A day that perverts don't understand, because they only see a body where there is a person.
Yes. You. My friend. You that only watch bodies. You must know that inside a body there are feelings, consciousness, tenderness, friendship, light, nature light, personal and divine light. If you dare to discover the person, you will find a treasure infinitely more beautifull than any body.  You can't enjoy the realities you can't respect. Frequently, you look for a misery and loose a treasure. In the respect, and true love, you will find more freedom than in material pleasures. Life has sense when you look for the friendship of every person, a true friendship, without sexual or material interest. Freedom is a divine elixir when you love the souls of people more than the bodies of people. The most value of life is the deep will and love of people. People live on their feelings, on their smile, on their words, on they laugh... not in their bodies.
It was a day in which people that speculate with Earth will never understand, because they are cling with both hands to the chains that enslave them, because they are hypnotized. 
A day of light and fire, a day of sea's roar and freshness of glass water. 
A day of copper skin and bright flesh. 
A day of freedom. 





Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Neix l'atzar. (Random borns). A song about the sea, beside the sea.

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Again, another sung song, or poem to be sung, or song that is a poem... 
It was writen and sung beside Mediterranean Sea.
If you like, you can sing it.


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In English It would be:

Sand and fire,
water and skin,
salt and sea's roar,
stone and light.

Sweet cradle
near of the white
where sea breaks,
random borns
random borns.

Summer's flower
dances and laughs
and the emerald color 
has watched you.
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Friday, March 7, 2014

Mr Obama, please, make no mistake.


Let me comment on this news:


If anyone had asked (before 1863) the president of USA the right of an slave to be free by his own decision, the president would have answered that this right was illegal. The president would have erred, because any law that forbid the right of a person to be free is a nule law.
Now, in 2014, the president Obama, and E.U. says that the referendum of Crimea is illegal. The president should recognise that any law that forbid the right of a culture to be free is a nule law. Democracy is more important than legality.

I ask to the president to put the true and the sense of freedom over the material or strategic interests. USA has been a country that has ever work for the freedom. In the name of this freedom I ask him the commitment of defend the right of any culture to decide its own future by democratic ways  and not by violence or war.

 People is more important than laws. I also hate the intolerance of russian government and its laws, but the referendum of Crimea is another question. We mustn't mix both matters. Crimea has the natural right to decide its future, and neither Russia, nor Ukraine should forbid them to vote.

Thursday, March 6, 2014

I can only win

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I didn't exist.
And now, I am being.
From this situation,
I can only win.
If I stop being
I have all I have been.
I didn't exist.
And now, I am being.
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Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Nudity is not promiscuity. Naturists are not swingers.



Many people confuse nudity with sexuality; but human sexuality is present in all parts of human body, not only in the covered areas.

In my case, I defend the exercise of a responsible sexuality within the family. I believe in freedom, of course, and everyone can do what he wants, but in my personal life, sexuality belongs to family; it is a matter of my wife and me. 
On the other hand, I think that a united family is the best place where children can grow up. I think that love should be present in all human relationships. When I say love, I mean really the love, empathy, will of good for people I love. Feeling is neither the cause nor the essence of love. Feeling is an usual result of love. But love is more than feeling . I can say that I love you  when I want all the good for you, in spite that the good for you doesn't mean a pleasure for me, in spite that the good for you means an effort for me.
I bathe naked on the beach, and I sunbathe naked, that's true... but I do not pretend that anybody look at me. I am not naked because I want somebody to look at me. My nudity has no sexual reasons. The concealment of the human body for centuries has caused that many people associate unconsciously nudity with sexuality. I personally think that constructive sexual relationships prioritize love and empathy over pleasure or enjoyment.
The net is full of people that confuse nudity with sexuality. These people make a bad advertising and they cause error and confusion.

We are naked in nature because this habit involves a special union with nature, with the sun, with wind, with sea, with sand. We are naked in nature because this practice allows our children to understand the human body as a natural reality, without any trauma and without erotic charge. Our daughters and sons learn the reality of the human body not as a sin or a shame, but as a natural and good reality. We are naked in nature because we like the natural aesthetic. We think that natural aesthetic is more beautiful than the aesthetic of manufactured clothes. We are naked in nature because we feel that nudity is an habit that fights against excessive consumerism of society. We are naked in nature because nudity is the dress that the Earth has decided for us when weather makes it possible.  

Naturists are not swingers, we are not liberals, we are not nude to search sex or excitation. Most of us believe in a responsible sexuality, in familiar values. Most of us proclaim the human values of love, empathy, respect, culture, tolerance, and peace... above ... any other material interest.
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Tuesday, March 4, 2014

The death of the sun

The Helix nebula

Watching the "Helix" nebula, 
I thought a poem about the place where a star borns 
and the place where a star dies.
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THE DEATH OF THE SUN

And inside
where all is clear and the gold  melts,
the foolish pride and the empty ego go away;
bouquet of blue, incense of light,
and taste
of radiant origin,
of fresh laughing.

Close by
black throb of smoke,
blood in orange
of an inconspicuous god.
Pond
of blowup's water,
glowing glimpse.
The rose blooms within the universe.

Wheeze
of time, and a sun has gone;
screwed emptiness, and cold's forest;
hop of miraculous spin,
a game, a coup, a pry, a cry, a verse.

If it were
just the vibration of the nothing,
or the archaic book of the night's luminaries,
the sweetest sketch would be the definite word,
and the burdensome panting of the Sun that dies in bed.

If it were
the tenderness of coldness,
the answer to those eyes that look up,
the space would be a word;
the emptiness, an scent;
the time, an eagerness;
and the wind, a song.

Jeremias Soler
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Sunday, March 2, 2014

Només hi ha premi. (There's only prize). A song that says that life (short or long) is a gift. When we leave this life, we always have the lived time; and so.. there's only prize.





A poem with music, 
or a song that wants to be a poem. I hope you like.
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Només hi ha premi
     
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Només hi ha premi,
en aquest joc difícil de ser i no ser,
només hi ha premi.
Ens és donat un temps d'amor,
guarnit amb pell amb sol i amb vent;
un cel atzur i un mar de llum,
la llibertat de viure nus;
amb un somriure fet d'arrels,
de bosc, de pedra, de rius del pur,
reflex d'un paisatge sublim;
aigua i perfum, perfum i brum;
només hi ha premi.

Només hi ha premi,
si algú et diu que l'adéu és fosc;
només hi ha premi.
Ningú no et castiga a morir,
t'han regalat el que has viscut,
cada bocí de temps sentit,
cada rialla, cada nit;
cada matí en què has somniat
mil camins nous per a estimar,
cada cançó de llibertat,
amb el teu gest agosarat;
Només hi ha premi.


Jeremias Soler

And this song in english means:

 There's only award 
in this difficult game of being and not being,
There's only prize. 
We are given a time of love, 
adorned with skin, with sun, and wind; 
an azure sky, and a sea of light, 
the freedom to live naked; 
with a smile made ​​of roots, 
of forest, of stone, of rivers, of the pure 
reflection of a sublime landscape; 
water and perfume, fragrance and roar of the waves; 
There's only prize. 

There's only award 

if someone tells you that the goodbye is dark; 
There's only prize. 
Nobody punishes you with the dead, 
All you have lived has been a present, 
every bit of sensed time 
every laugh, every night; 
every morning when you have dreamed 
thousand new paths to love, 
each song of freedom
with your bold gesture; 
there is only prize.


Now, if you want to sing, I put here the chords. You can transpoitting them if you wish or use a mobil nut (celleta in catalan, cejilla in spanish).

CHORDS:


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