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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".


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. . .

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 ar…

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 understan…

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.  Greetings!

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 becau…