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About being liked and the life.

CC-BY-SA-2.5 from Marsyas on wikipedia
Everyone wants to be liked, but in fact, first of all, it would be better if everyone wanted to like himself.  Would you like for any powerful person to like you? Be careful, Power ones usually try to buy all that they wish, and those who buy people don't love them. He likes you, doesn't he? That's not a bad thing; but you have to be sure he doesn't want to own you. Are you from around here? We are really from everywhere. I usually feel the urge to say something, when I see so clear an answer or an idea. Many things are a lot of trouble to everyone; usually, life is more simple tant people think. People get it more confused. Wrong thoughts get dark a whole life.

Remembering the warm times of summer

Here, in the north of the Earth, winter is coming, and we remember the warm times of summer, and the freedom of nakedness. Every golden beach, every little creek, every misterious cove where the sea arrived again and again, the blue light of the water when it was crossed by sunlight, the whole human skin of the human beings who were not aware of their nakedness, the brown, the dark and golden, the coppery color of the human body, the quiet mind of the quiet souls of those who are like children. All this beauty is usually attacked by those who have empty minds; different kinds of people of various ideas, or even without ideas, despise or confuse or assault the simple experience of freedom. To be naked is just to be naked. To be naked is not necessarily a way of life or an ideology. To be naked is a way of enjoy nature, and it is a right of every human being whatever his culture or ideology is. To be naked is not necessarily a search of sexual stimulation. Almost always, the experience o…

Waltzing Matilda

During the harshest moments of my life, "Waltzing Matilda" has been a personal anthem. I'm not Australian. In fact, I live on the other side of the Earth, but something strange has made me keen on the song "Waltzing Matilda". At the same time, in the same harsh times, I've been fond of the wide and lonely prairies, the red color of the earth, and the sacred silence of the landscape.
Here, in the video you can see above, I was in a lovely house of a little village called Masriudoms, near the naturist beach of "El Torn". It was in summer, and Waltzing Matilda was my pray to the misterious God that stands above any religion, a God that doesn't punish or rewards, a God that just gives; the God of the red lands and the wild prairies.
I hope you like.