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Four fathers that can't kiss their children this Christmas

Black is the color of my true love's hair... and this is a nice black a bright black... But there another black realities that are not so nice... In fact, these other black realities are sad, unfair, cruel... There are four fathers that can't kiss their children this Christmas. They deed only peaceful and political deeds. Of course they did deeds, but political deeds; declarations, voting, expressing, always by peaceful ways... But in Europe, some states use still non democratic ways. So... I dedicate this song to this four fathers jailed. May be one they they will be called Homeland's fathers as Jefferson or Washington. God bless them, and God bless the democracy, the peace and the will of the people.

Oh Freedom!

Hi! This is a post-Civil War African-American freedom song. I want to sing this song right here and right now because I want to express that nothing is goig to steal my freedom and the freedom of the people I love. The world around us is full of chains. Some people say that they don't listen to the chains, but if we really have chains, the chains only ring when we try to go ahead. People that are immobile will never listen to the chains. We live in a world full of prohibitions, a world that tries to make the people work with laws and threats as if we were slaves or cattle. The very educational system tries to make their schools work with rules, laws, punishments, brawls... We need to free us from all this slavery. We need to sing, and dance, and smile... And besides, throughout these days, there are some peaceful compatriots jailed right now because of political facts. They haven't been even judged, and they are great men and women, smart, helpful, kind... But they are in j…

There is only one authentic union, that is when the one who is united can decide at any time not to be.

Any democratic state should consider through its constitution the possibility that any of its territories could be independent if a large enough majority of the population of that territory required it. To preserve the union, any democratic state should treat each of its territories in a fair and respectful way (with regard to the rights of people and the peoples), in order to convince them to keep the union. Repressive or tyranny laws don't make sense to impose the union, and violence doesn't make sense either. There is only one authentic union, that is when the one who is united can decide at any time not to be.
One day, all the legislations of the world, will accept these postulates as inalienable and as a heritage of the rights of all people. Just as it has come to accept that slavery is unacceptable and that all people must be equal in rights and opportunities. In fact, we hold these truths to be self evident. 

Horror and Hope in Catalonia on October 1 (by Mathew Tree)

The next issue was written by Mathew Tree in his facebook.       He gently allowed me to publish it here.

On the evening of the September 30th, I went on a stroll to my nearest polling station, the Fort Pienc primary school at the far eastern end of Barcelona's Eixample district; the same school which my children had attended from the ages of three to twelve. So I knew quite a lot of the people there, who were putting up signs on the walls supporting democracy and the right to vote and were going to spend the night there, organising activities that were non-referendum-related, as they knew they would get visits from the Catalan police, who had instructions to close any premises in which 'referendum-realted activity' was taking place.  The police had been twice, had been exquisitely polite, took note of the number of people staying overnight and left. The atmosphere inside was bristling with excitement, of a kind I'd seen before (on the major Catalan demonstrations of 201…

The loud sound of the silence of the people who can't vote!

The freedom of the people is an internal matter of Europe. History is full of wars of independence. Catalonia hates the wars. We want to decided by voting. Which future is more stable? The imposed future or the chosen one? The forced or the voted one? Human Rights are more important than economy. What did the European politicians dream about when they decided be politicians? We live for the hope. How will we able to love EU if we can't decide our future as a nation? Are we really Europe? Catalonia is a peaceful people. We can't stand violence. If anyone says that we complain with violence, he is lying.
Ten thousand policemen have just arrived in Catalonia to avoid voting... but... What a loud sound makes the silence of the people who can't vote!


Peace! For my poor little homeland, invaded by an army of policemen that want to avoid us to vote. Peace! For all the nations in the world. Freedom to choose the future, to decide our policies, our cultural life, our education, our hope. Peace! To decide without violence all that the most of the people decide, by the voting of the people! Peace! To abolish the laws that injure human rights, the undemocratic laws that forbid the voting exercise, the inhumane laws that imprison those who work to let people vote. Peace! Love, and fraternity for everybody. The sun will arise again, don't know when, don't know where; but I'm sure the sun will arise, and people will wotk to bring back peace to us.

I love Barcelona!

There may be a place where people are free; free of mind, free of soul, free in their lives. Sometimes I think I've already found this place. It happens to me when I meet nice people, people who accept my way of thinking, my way of life, my habits, my values... I'm not saying that those people must think the same as me... I'm just saying that those people must let me think in the way I think even though they think and live in a different way. Sometimes I think I've already found that place when I'm naked, in the nature, singing or swimming under the sun, in the most pretty landscape I've ever saw. Sometimes I think I've found that place when I meet people who don't fear their own bodies, their own image... people who don't see only sex where there are only beauty, freedom, humanity, souls, minds, hearts, thoughts, friends... Our body is not a sex tool, is the temple of our consciousness, of our mind, of our empathy, of our high human values... There ma…

Live or die, don’t survive. Laugh or breath, don’t yawn.

I’ll get you yet! Pain and Death! You got my beloved friends and killed them. They got it bad, as many others too. That’s what gets me! Nobody chose to be born, however... by being born, many people embrace the chains of the pain and the sadness. Hey, pain and death! Can I get you a drink? Maybe if I get you drunk, you’ll be quiet and still. Your absence gets me; your presence gets me in the throat. Do you get it? Sometime, people live as though they were guilty of their pain. It gets me down. Maybe It gets me down because I’m alone. Nobody likes singing in the sunset, or having a bath in the nude in a lonely and dark lake. I usually live alone. I live beside a lot of people, but alone. Maybe like a child in a room full of old people. I would like getting people to be free, a little bit richer than the most rich men. I would like getting people to sing freely, dance, dream and create... Lonelyness gets me down when this loneliness comes by being in love with such a lot of passions. But I will …

You cry because of the nice colors of the sunset

I got out of the ideology’s jail and made for the human kind world. Life saved chairs for those to come, and my friends and me ordered some drinks for them. We each ordered some drinks for them. Then, we each watched the way of life we had just left behind, and felt free and happy. I got out the ideology’s jail.
You’re a person as I am, you are afraid of death and pain, you love yours, and fight for surviving. You believe in kindness, and cry because of the nice colors of the sunset. You’re like me, a person as I am.
Any mistake on the second time is much harsher than on the first time, but no matter how many times we are wrong, the main issue is the will of going on. No matter if we were aware of our bad decission, sometimes our decission’s capacity is ill. The fact, all that is important, is the will of going on.
I explained to myself what it was all about; by writing and singing I talked to myself and figured out what it was all about, and I felt free and happy.

Mother Earth
Lord Tennyson wrote "Today is not too late to seek a newer world". And today he could write the same again in a world that survives through violence and curtness. Where is the human being? Saint Exupery could write too again. Where is the Earth, our common homeland? Where have gone the flowers gone? Where have gone those bright and free styles that were scattered over the world in the sixties? Where is the sweet love of free lovers? Where is nakedness, and wild forests, and love, and peace? We'll meet again that dreams, don't know where, don't know when... But we have the duty of give the treasure of freedom to our children and grandchildren.
I propose you to listen the song of the next link as a tribute to Vera Lynn, that (may be in another sense but no so different) dreamt in a peaceful world and was beside those soldiers who went to Europe to give their lives to fight for the freedom of the people, leaving their dear beloved, through …

A better life

I think you've got me mixed up when you direct me to expire the sweet deep wish for wind and sand for wildness and the pure desires shining near the waves and foam under the burning sky of fire. I think you've got me mixed up.
Further the water, the line of dreams, my heart is born at noon again. I'm just a child naked and free, only a man beside the sea. Further the water, the line of dreams.
Where are you, fellows, taking me? I don't get here often enough. Your way is bright, empty and tough. I only need a bit of love. Where are you, fellows, taking me?
I'm pushing for a better life, poorer, may be, but clear and nice. I do not want a dice to choose my steps, my thoughts, my words, my mood. I'm pushing for a better life.
I think you've got me mixed up. Further the water, the line of dreams. Where are you fellows taking me? I'm pusher for a better life.

Concealment perverts whereas knowledge and freedom civilize.

As well as surviving, I'm trying to live. Well... In fact, I could say: As well as trying to live, I'm surviving, because the goal of our life is not surviving but living. As well as walking safely, I'm walking freely.  What good would it be to walk (even to live) if we didn't walk (or live) freely? Our societies are full of frightened people; frightened and sluggish. They fear trying new experiences, changing outdated habits, fighting for higher freedom. They are sluggish because they preffer to stay in their humdrum life's style than to improve their sanity by leaving old and obsessive impositions. 
I have just come from paradise, a place where people is in harmony with their own body and with the body of the other human beings. The validity of the monstrous repression of the moral doctrines of the big religions has expired. Human beings can live without a continual battle against their naked bodies. The knowledge and the usual seeing of naked human bodies doing na…

Still Ruht der see

I have been some time far away from this blog and from the work of writing, but from now on, I will come back here, and I will publish my ideas, my stories, my poems and my songs. By now, and lines above, I show you a popular German song I recorded two  weeks ago. I hope you like.

Songs of the exile. Corrandes d'Exili.

Here you are:
I do this cover because I usually enjoy singing this song. This song was made by Lluís Llach, one of the most important singers of Catalonia. He did it using the lyrics of a poem of Joan Oliver, that was one of the greatest poets of the time of the exile, when thousands of people of Catalonia had to scape from fascists that were conquering their homeland and killing thousands of people that fell died on the roads and outskirts of the cities. The song expains the pain and the sadness of the writer, when he was crossing the Pirenees in the night with his wife, watching their steps to not being captured by the enemies, and leaving may be for ever their homeland towards France, where some months later Hitler would overrun and chase them too. So... they should keep scaping further than France, to Mexico. This is my first try to sing this poem. I'll keep trying next summer, may be in "El Marquet de les Roques" a wonderfull…

Do you like being naked?

-Oh! You like being nude! Isn't it?

-No... In fact, I never think about being nude... What I like is feeling the Sun, the wind, the sea... on my whole skin as it was just one reality... I like doing it while I smell the pines and hear the wave's sound, and fill myself with such a beautiful landscape... If I thought I had to be nude... or if I wished the idea of being naked... I would lose all those perceptions
The little foolish things of life are the core of our life:
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Only our rivers run free...

Some years ago, Mickey MacConnell wrote a wonderful song that talks about the freedom of his land. The natural elements of the landscape, the earth, the wind... those powers that seduce us with the memories of our ancestors... appear in the lyrics, and touch our hearts. Day after day, I try to improve my singing of this song... Anyway I'm happy to put my heart on it as a love's action. This is the main matter, the most important attittude: to do the things for loving. I hope you like:   . . . . .

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 i…


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 o…

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

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 be…