Monday, March 6, 2017

I went to the woods not to realize (when I came to die) that I had not lived.



Nervous. Exhausted. Sometimes overwhelmed. Sad. Hopeful. Satisfied. Bereaved. Burned out. Aware of the Sun's beauty in the Montcau's Sunset. Grateful to Hamza, the boy who walked with a crutch; to Pilar, the girl who had such a difficult future that she is likely to suffer deeply nowadays; to the subsaharian boy with a name that I can't remember right now... he taught me that the God that many people consider so "father" didn't seem very worry about him; it had happenned few moments before I discovered that this apparently absent God was himself. Messy. Worry by thinking about the possibility of having displeased anyone with my politically incorrect opinions. Tearful. Sometimes longing my death, but at the same time wishing it to be far away.  Sometimes loving the sun when it overgilds the sea; this view is good enough to keep breathing. Sore with this strange civilization that on one hand condemns the nudeness, so precious, and on the other hand eroticizes it. Hating the private property of anything. Loving cooperation, kindness and freedom. With all these feelings... I walk toward the forest and sing "Arrels"; this is heartwarming enough to keep loving life.   

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

GRACE



Sometimes I can't stand a lot of situations in life, then I remeber the pains and the sadness of those who once lived on the Earth, and I realize that I shouldn't complain. For instance, this happens when I think of Grace, who got married few hours before her husband was killed. How could she overcome this situation? How was her life after that moment? If she could go ahead with her existence... why can't I? But even though I understand all this ideas, sometimes I can't; and I realize I need help, I need the warm nearness of someone who understand all. The hardest experience in life is the discovery of the coldness hidden inside the human hearts. Coldness, egotism, emptiness, hate... I need a warm heart, and I need to be surrounded by warm hearts. Everybody need to be surrounded by warm hearts. It is not difficult, even babies can do. It is just priorizing the highest attittude. Be patient. Be tolerant. Be warm. Be kind. Kindness is not weakness; kindness is the core of our beings.

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

If you don't leave all, you will stay in the hustle.



I'm seeing you in the end of the Earth, in a wild spot where you have just arrived, because you decided to go further than the famous and popular paradises of the travel agencies that sold you the trip. But I realize you wear your shimmering shorts in red and blue, clean and ironed; and the Ray-Ban glasses, and your face and attitude a little bit hidebound, tense... It looks as if you didn't want to mess with the sand.


In fact, you are still in the civilization, in the frenzy of owning and feigning. 

If you don't leave all (all you have, all you believe, all you fear, all you want to look like...), you will stay in the hustle, far away from this freedom. 

If you don't blend yourself into this landscape, you will keep in you mind the invisible chains of repression. 

If you don't get naked, you will be just a visitor, and you will not be part of the landscape. 

#naturism #freikörperkultur #fkk #nature #freedom #beach #sea #mediterranean #calafonda #waikiki

Thursday, January 5, 2017

We should picture how drop-dead gorgeous our life would be if we visited for a while the places where magic is born every day.


Anyway, the good times are yet to come...

The new year started and I’ll get it up. During the last year I got beaten, but now I’ll get through the most narrow pathes that fate wants to send me with my heart full of hope. My power stands in the sunlights reflecting on the sea’s surface. It is hidden inside the beauty of the nature even in the hardest weather. Otherwise, my power also stands inside myself by knowing the deep and fair will of my deeds. I wallow in the freedom by leaving the old prejudices and preconceptions that lapse. Everybody has the power of the happines beside, but it is so usual that nobody realizes it is so near!
During the last year, I got beaten, and many times I got angry, and maybe I got older than the year before. Sometimes, all of a sudden, life gets us older. Most times, hard times turn us into strange beings who don’t know how to go ahead. Many times I didn’t know how to go ahead, but I went ahead, I went forward, And I’m right here, right now, hoping a better future, having confidence in life despite what I suffered and even though I know that anyone is subjected to an unsafe future. Life is a gift. The very existence is a gift. Before we existed, we didn’t have anything; now, we have a lot of blessings, a lot of privileges. I know we have reasons to claim and to wish more and more justice, but I’m sure that we have more reasons to be grateful than claim or get sore. The good is stronger than the evil, and the future will be better.

In the world, there are a lot of places where magic is born every day. We don’t get these places often enough. We should picture how drop-dead gorgeous our life would be if we visited for a while every day these places. And likely these places are inside ourselves, in our way of watching the world around us. Many people ask what is wonderful about imagining worlds of fantasy, but I’m not talking about fantasy but about reality; I’m not talking about traditional beauty, but about a beauty that is hidden even in the ugly face of the landscape. Sometimes, this beauty stands even in the invisible realities around us; the realities that awake asleep memories or forgotten knowledges. The world is as we watch it, because everybody builts his own world. Has anybody ever pictured himself or herself moving to these world after a long time of mediocrity?
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