Saturday, February 28, 2015

A tribute to Dean Martin...

 Someone told me that he had never had a drink... that in his glass there was only water; he had to keep his image of funny fellow. Those who knew him say he was a honest friend and a man that knew how to live. I'll always remember his acting in Rio Bravo, singing "My riffle, my ponnie, and me", and of course, his interpretation as a crooner with  "Everybody loves somebody sometime". 

Monday, February 23, 2015


Three drops are falling from a cloud. They are rushing towards land. They are having a row while they are going down. Therefore, they rank their own importance, the importance of each one, to decide who rules, who obeys, who owns more grams of surrounding air while they are falling, who has the right of being the first one in turning into ice's stone when environment causes hailing. They have a hard time because their discussions. They usually feel bereaved, humiliated... and they eventually say that the life is a shit.
All this happens few instants before their dissapearance, before their fusion with the earth. They are bound to seep into the earth, and to travel towards the currents who are going to push them towards the sea. Not even they know that the sea exists. Not even they have looked at the clouds. When they think about the landscape below them, they tremble and change the subject.

Monday, February 16, 2015

Do you want to hear a goddess who is hiding in the woods? (Some hours with Truman Capote)

In these pure and wild places of Catalonia, in summer, naturist people share the space with people that use swimsuit. There's no rules about indumentary but about respect, tolerance, freedom. In fact, beyond the idea of creativity and art, there is a deep significance of love for the nature and love for the shape that nature has given to the human beings and respect for that shape, knowing and realizing that every person is much more than a body, than beyond the body, there is a mind that must be loved, respected, valued... The occultation, the fear, the prohibition... are not the right way to achieve the maturity of the person.Banning means perpetuating morbosity and social disease.  


Are you looking for the elegance? Then... you are crushing spontaneity.
Do you usually stress about the aim of having all planned? Then... you usually destroy wow factor, and you usually lose the surprise that the journey wants to give you.
Do you avoid getting dirty yourself? When you do this, you are avoiding living.
Do you think that the practice of imagining without boundaries is a sin? Then you stifle your creativity, and you live frightened and probably you are going to develope a strong sense of guilt.
Do you enjoy the landscape only when the landscape has been standardized by town planning? Then... you don't enjoy beauty yet...
Does the idea of nakedness make you feel disgust? Then... your mind has been molded by the convencionalism that has castrated human creativity.
Do you know where you are going? Then... you're not alive.  


Do you want to hear a goddess who is hiding in the woods? Then... turn off your TV.
Do you want to see at night? Then... turn off your lantern and starlight is not going to turn off.
Do you need a perfume? Then... throw away the chemical mixture that somebody has given you in exchange for a lot of hours of life. Go to the woods, or to the sea, or to the sea and to the woods at once.
Do you need music? Then... turn off any electric gadget and start singing. Teach your kids to sing.
Do you want your kids to be creative? Let them sing, let them paint, let them write, let them create... let them do all these things in spite you feel they don't do it right enough.


It seemed he was happier than the last time I saw him, some years before his death. His cheeks were rosier, and he smiled deeper and longer, but I was sure he was Truman. He did the same visages, he spoke with the same voice, he lashed about with his hands in the same way he did when he was alive. When he talked he expressed the same acute and bright ideas he wrote before his death. He described the deep and actual misteries of the human mind with the same mastery he did along his life.  
He said that after his death he had learnt to enjoy this lonely and wild landscape stronger than he did when he spent three summers here, writing "in cold blood". When he was alive he thought that being here was a sort of punishment, a toll he had to pay to finish a novel. Now that he is dead he has another point of view. He usually comes to "Can Pla", and to this landscape, to savor an existence that when he was alive he could not always understand. He told me about creativity, about freedom, about nakedness, about the landscape, about music, about his Hollywood's friends, about the color of the lonely afternoons when the shore of the woods of the "Vall Llòbrega" recovers its original identity. He asked me to go back to see him some times. He said he would be waiting. He added that he wanted me not to be a coward, that everybody has the capacity to create: a strong energy that none can imagine. We must get rid of the ridiculous thoughts that some people want us to believe, because they don't dare to create, or because they think that the creative process is a tool to get rich or to get famous. 


Thursday, February 12, 2015

In the human dephts, we have a lot of happiness to come.

Like an iceberg. Every human being is like an iceberg. The ice dazzles on the water, filling up its transparent soul with sunlight and beauty, but under the sea, the iceberg is bigger and more awesome. Nobody see into its enormity. Sometimes, its external beauty misleads human mind as if the deep beauty was all the beauty, but inside the ocean, a hidden heart beats and holds its whole life. The iceberg is cold and frozen, but the human being is warm and sacred. The human heart resides in the intimate nest of its invisibility. When we stare at a person's body, we don't see the deepest and most beautiful part of his or her core. What we see is nice but what we don't see is awesome. Sometimes, our eyes mislead us, and we need a heart to see better. “Here is my secret. It is very simple. It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; What is essential is invisible to the eye.” Saint Exupery wrote. And it is not only poetry. Some people reject what they don't understand or what they have known through the dark filter of the testosterone. Sometimes, some human lifes live as if they were no human beings, as if they had no a deep and strong mind to understand the most essential roots of freedom and happiness. Happiness and freedom, like icebergs and human beings, have their cores under the clean and shinning waters of a enormous ocean. Rejecting what we don't see means renouncing the humankind's lost treasures, and, in the human depths, we have a lot of happiness to come.

 The most beautiful reality of a person lives inside him or her, but we shouldn't be afraid of the external beauty. The beauty our eyes can see is an ikon pointing further than itself. The soft shapes of a nude body are metaphors of an invisible energy, of a deep and sensible consciousness, of a pure and lovely mind that needs to be loved. All we need is love; a love that works beyond the interest; a love that loves the hidden part of the iceberg and that only enjoys loving the whole person, and loving his or her life, his or her rights, his or her future, his or her well-being.

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

The Wild Rover

 Today... only a song, a lovely song, an irish song that I love... After several post in which I've been writting and thinking... today, just one of my favorite songs. I sing it from my home's kitchen. 

Sunday, February 1, 2015

The sign of human identity.

I have no confidence on the people that call themselves "naturist" while they live obsessed by nude images. They seek naked pictures, they post this pictures in the internet, they idolize them... They even fill the internet with nude pictures of themselves in a lot of different positions. Some of these pictures are really pathetic and become indications of an unhealthy narcissism. This narcissism is a sexual imbalance, and of course it is not naturism. 
If we embrace the naturist's soul, the naturist idea, we don't need to fill the internet with nudity. Of course, we can add a nude image in an article or post; nakedness is a natural and innocent reality, and there is nothing wrong in posting natural and spontaneus nude pictures when this pictures are tied with the article or with the words we have written. What I think is wrong is to post an array of pathetic and  grotesque nude and erotic images ( or nude self-images of self-adulation); and this is wrong mainly because if someone does it, he (or she) is misleading the world.

I don't believe people who call themselves “naturist” and seek (and even demand) nude pictures. Nakedness is a natural and spontaneus and free reality that appears when naturist persons feel good because they are in a natural environment and because they feel that they wish to put their whole skin in a deep and direct contact with air, sun and sea... The relations between naturist persons are always intellectual, rational and human relations, even though when the naturist persons are naked. Nakedness is not a reality contrary to spirituality, or to brotherhood, or to rationality, or to emotionality... The naturism is incompatible with the morbid speculations and have no the aim of seeking erotic or porn images. Naturism is not a mirror, but an open window to nature, to sun, to sea, to life... The nakedness is not a goal, but a tool to get the unity with the natural reality, the Earth, and the universe; and to get a relationship of equality and transparency with people, accepting the beauty of the body as an ikon of a deeper and more beautiful invisible reality hidden inside everybody we meet.

Most naturist people understand this idea. They are not among the many users of the internet that think that nudity is sex. These users  are a minority, but they make much noise. They mislead society, because when people seek information about naturism they find the wrong and disgusting messages of those who think that nudity is promiscuity.

 We must leave the absurd sense of shame that embraces some people who feel embarrassed for telling everyone that they go to the beach without swimsuit. If this is not a bad practise, if we live in a democratic society, if we believe in freedom... why are we afraid of  expressing our point of view? Do people talk about policy, soccer, hobbies...? Then why don't we speak about what we like? Why do some naturist organize secret groups or closed societies? We must offer to the world the little part of diversity we are, and not hidding it.  
We must not attach importance to pictures, and we must attach more importance to the ideas and the words, and specially to the defense of the environment, and to the body and the landscape on their original state. This original state is the sign of the human identity, and the pledge of the freedom and the social and mental health.
Naturist people don't live in internet. They use internet, of course, but they are not obsessed with the idea of exhibit themselves in the internet. They enjoy in the beach, or in the mountain, or in the woods... or they sleep under the stars, or perhaps they are singing beside a campfire, or swimming in a river, or building sand castles in a beach with their families... They don't spend all their time in internet nor feel the wish of posting any kind of photo.
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