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Questions about existence.

La foradada, L'esquirol, Catalonia. . . . Can the unconscious natural laws be the cause of conscious beings?  Can the random be the cause of order of beings? 
Can the natural laws of the universe and Earth produce a person without any deep junction between the natural laws and the biology and reality of persons? (sometimes I think that the Earth is an embryo)  Can the energy be caused by none previous energy? . . To the posts about Catalonia To the posts about Poetry To the posts about Naturism . . .

At the top.

At the high red top made of little stones, the cold wind of North blows its pure poem. From the sun, it drinks all the love it dreams. Touches rocks and sings an eternal tone.
At the hard red top, water falls and glints, as it runs away down the paths that lead to the secret stream under deep dark trees.
In the pink where bees lick their honey's juice, all the stars have thought from the night of space. The most tiny verse is chanted by sky. The whole universe.
Beauty springs a name that starts a clean light in your lonely soul shining in the night.
At the bright red top, I can hear a child, a laugh over Earth, a landscape's smile, all is made of life,
all is deep and kind.


 Jeremias Soler









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We believe in votes , but not in guns. Catalonia's path.

We believe in votes , but not in guns. We believe in the will of the peoples, but not in the denial of the peoples. We believe in the joy of learning different languages​​, but not in the destruction or in the contempt to the different languages ​​. We live not only for money, but for culture, for poetry, for science, for freedom, for identity, for expressing and conserving our own label . We believe in peace, but not in violence. We believe in free speech , and so that, we think that nobody must end up in a jail only for his ideas or for trying to convince anyone to leave weapons . We believe in respect, sanity and serenity when It's the time of resolving differences, we will never scorn or insult people who do not think like us. We believe that each people have to decide whether It is or not a nation. And we think that every people has the right to reflect this in their laws, and to proclaim it from the rooftops. No other law can prevent it. We believe we can use our language in any sph…

To my dear Scarlett...

Image of Gage Skidmore at the Wikipedia .
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Be not afraid of dazzled eyes that throw their chains to trap your heart. Unaware slaves of static labels creep slowly at mud, They embrace blindness of light and smut.
To get you out of freedom's way, they shout at once and point your skin fearing the wonder forms that wind shapes with its luck, its core, its blood.
The fashion bells ring like steel, strident, shocking, cold, acute. The sound of nature turned mute as beauty's sorcerer speaks loud.
All that matters is freedom's mood. . . . . .



Choose the best of life. Don't discover life in labels. Make that skin be a sense again.

They think it strange that I swim naked in the sea. But I think they must get over this fear, the fear to their natural image, the fear to feelings that their own image could produce on them. Those feelings... those sensations will be even stronger if they stay on their dark island of body's cage. All I lack is a wilder Earth, a more natural landscape, a little of freedom to be naked from time to time, some friends to sing and enjoy life as life is. Life is as our mind is. If we live full of fears It is as we live in a jail, perhaps in the worst jail, the jail of our own mind. Life is too short to live in a jail. We must choose the best of life and live it. We must catch life with both hands, bravely, and to decide living life without bad willings, helping people, and being free.
At first, we think that all in life is ruled by labels. Labels seem to be guides for life, words that decide what life is, what existence is. We have dictionaries, and we think that dictionaries fix what l…

Enjoying beauty and freedom.

My thoughts often turn to the land of my childhood. All was bigger, all was more mysterious. All was far. And perhaps... this is the right way of watching things, the right way of feeling, the objective way of measuring reality.
My thoughts often turn to the deep blue sea, with foam flashing under the sun. My mind feels the intense scent of salt, my skin perceives the sea's drops slipping down by my arms, my face, my legs... Thoreau usually said that if we can imagine then we will be ever free, because there's no jails strong enough to encage our thoughts. 
My thoughts often turn to a look that sometime someone threw over me, or a smile, or some words that someone said to me and that sounded as if these were a poem.
My thoughts often turn to memories of clear knowledges that suddenly appear on my mind, knowledges that mean hapiness, victory, tenderness, love, hope, life, optimism... Some times these knowledges run away. I forget them. Then, I try to remember again, but they don&#…

We really are what we were when we were children.

Streets are full of clothing boutiques. Tamed people enter in fashion traps,  running after alluring baits. They have been working all the week  to reach the freedom  of spending the whole weekend  in the noisy shopping city,  with its flashes and promises.
Women have been growing up, and dreaming of a life like this.  Men have been wishing this rythm of "being"  for long years. A whole week hearing the clang of the machines,  perhaps smelling the deep pestilence of chemical products. 
A whole week, every week of the year,  submerged in the sea of a competing life. Where do we go? How are we?  One could say that really this is all in life...  but if you ask people if they are happy...  they will smile and will look at you with sad eyes.  "We do what we can" they'll say... 
They never take a shower in the rain.  They never swim naked in the sea or in a river or a lake.  They never jump in a puddle.  They never walk without a direction watching the flashes of the water over the jet of a…

Nakedness is a feast of water sun and family. The hidden core of human being.

Cala d'Oques. Naturist Beach of Hospitalet de l'Infant (Tarragona) (Catalonia) .
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You don't know about me if you haven't  watched starlight in the night, sitting in a meadow, surrounded by woods, near the sea. Most of life is true. Most of life is good. Most of people are kind. Most of fates are free.  People walk towards a future full of freedom and wisdom. The path will be hard, but at the end we'll find freedom.  In the world, some people stole freedom. They hided their true core in a very secret place. They sold their souls for power and money. They think that the truth is a childish dream, and they smile as if they were the wisest persons in the world. But they are shit, only shit. Their proud is a shit. Their superb is a shit. They live as if they weren't human beings. They are always drunk. Drunk not by alcohol but by yearn of power and money. They don't live because they yearn power and money. They are always going after the future and loose the present …

The existence of a free culture is not an attack to anybody nor anything. Freedom is a reality that enriches everybody. None belongs anyone.

There was a land where the light was soft. The sound of sea, sang beside the woods. This land spoke sweet like lullaby, the wills of hearts talked words of joy.
A land of children that still want to live. A land of swarthy hands taking hoes, and sweat on foreheads. Where the work is hard, but people walk towards freedom's times. Where hopeful crowds only wants to hear their voice expressing their liberty, their will deciding  what they want to be, as wind of northlands that I can hear closing my eyes and dreaming of peace. My smiling country again is free, only because Catalonia is walking towards its liberty.  Today, Catalonia is explaining in Madrid's Congress that wants to be free. Catalonia, as any other culture in the world, wants the right to decide its future without violence, without wars, without slavery, without fears, without threats, without dictatorships, without fascism, without imposition. Catalonia's life isn't against anybody nor anything. The existence …

My culture has the right to life.

Catalan is an European language.
Catalan must be used in Europe like the other languages.
Six millions of persons speaks and feels life in catalan.
The Official Powers must stop despising to Catalan.

Freedom wings

I watch the red warm blood of sons of wood that dreams a life of water, sun and mud the songs beside the fire under sky stars like candles, signs of brotherhood I read this hope in golden words of love made all of sweat, and hands and heart and work of people that  for ever will be kings without harsh crowns destroying freedom's wings.


Jeremias Soler . .

Foremost, I wrote this poetry. Then, I thought that It could be a song. I caught the guitar, I went to the kitchen, I accepted to sing bad, without worries about perfections or image, and I improvised the melody I felt while I read and sang these words. My video camera was on because my original idea was hear the song after the recording and to write it. This is a way of composing that I have put into practice some times. The result is this that you can watch on video; It is not the best interpretation of my life, but It is unique, because is the recording of the song in the same time the song was composed. I hope you like.

Here you are the lyr…

The naked God (II)

We paint the ceilings of cathedrals, palaces and museums. We fill the cities of lit towers (many times unnecessarily). You paint the starry night sky, that points to paths in the infinite, and that brings us distant echoes of possible consciences.
We build mattresses, latex foam, and a lot of synthetic materials that some people are striving to turn into needs. You give us the hidden comfort and the freshness of the sand on the beach at night. We yearn amassing wealth. You make the rain every season, and you make growing the grass of the meadows every day, and you moulder the grass that we try to amass.
We build clocks to capture time. You give us the time to make us free.
We invent borders. You give us an unique landscape, diverse, beautiful, spontaneous, a land that has caused us, a land that sustains us in life, a planet more powerful than us.
We cement nature, and turn it into plastic, or into slab, or into turret, or into tar, or into street, or into shopwindow, or into promenade, …