Educating means loving.

Educating means loving. In the hardest times of  winter, the grass grows under the drifting snow. Tenderness must also grow under a cape of discretion and good sense. But tenderness must exists, because tenderness means the highest plenitude of human being. As a teachers, we must offer tenderness besides austerity of feelings. 

Educating means stopping, amazed, in front some deities who don't know they are deities, who ignore their greatness. Every day. Every hour. Educating means watching those that seem little, and realizing that those are great, big, immense. The job of educating is such a great privilege that it moves spontaneously towards the responsibility and respect.

What's going on when I work as a teacher? What's going on here? In fact, a teacher is only a guide. What really exists is the learning process. Pupil is the only one who really do something. He, or she, learns; takes a truth, an habit, an attittude... He or she takes out of his or her inner his or her real identity. Teacher only points out some possibilities, some directions... and spreads enthusiasm. The teacher must be a master of enthusiasm.

Interview to myself.

This is a practice of my learning english. I appreciate corrections.

1.- Tell me something you’re proud of.

I'm proud of nothing in my life. It would be better to say that I'm grateful. Yes... because all the things I have achieved come from the chance. I've had the opportunity of reaching many aims, a lot of objectives. I've had the tools, the means to get my wishes. I've had to strive to achieve what I have wanted, but... the capacity of striving is also a skill. This skill originates from genetic inheritance, from my parent's education, from the first childhood experiences... The ability of fighting, of working, of striving, of struggling... is a random inheritance.

-Yes… but… there are men and women that when they have the chance of achieving their aims… they don’t do… In this sense It would mean that people have merit or demerit according to their sloth or they effort…

-But why are they sloth or industrious? Do they decide it? And if they decide it? Why do they decide it? Can they decide any other thing? Are they capables for deciding any other thing? The capacity for deciding the right decission is also a gift, a skill. I can not be proud of this skill, because this skill depends on many random reasons.

2.- What makes you think you could do your job?

I have always had many difficulties to understand the lessons teachers taught me... because many of them were very bad teachers. I have overcome the obstacles they have put on my learning path, and so I know what a teacher must not do, what a teacher must do, how must he speak, how must he dominate the group, what difficulties the group is going to find, what weak points I have to attack... And I know all these things through the mistakes and the clumsiness of my old teachers.

3. What kind of leadership qualities do you have?

I don’t believe in leaderships. I think that the teacher of course must command. And a teacher of children, of young people, have a lot of skills to command without authoritarianism. Perhaps he will have to show his autority the first day, or the first week… but afterwards, the authority will have to diminish… The teacher is older, is wiser, should be more empathetic than any of his pupils… all this skills allow him to work without a constant use of authority. I think leadership is an important matter when we are talking about groups of persons that have a similar age and matureness. A teacher must be a bit like a father… by my point of view.

4.- Why did you leave your last job?

Well, really, I left it voluntarily. I was sitting on the top of a hydrochloric acid tank, in Madrid, under a burden august sun, and I told my self “What I’m doing here? Working day by day only to produce paper? Sheets of paper that will be thrown to the ground of the streets? All my mind, my skills, my empathy, my poetry, my humanity… sacrificed to enrich the bank accounts of the owners of this factory?” After these thoughts, I decided to be a writter and a teacher, and I got off the tank, and went to the personnel department to say that I went away.

5.- Do you have any skills or hobbies you think might be useful for this job?

Yes. I write. I like to imagine situations. I like to invent games, strategies. I like to work the times and the staging of a class. I like young people. I like the way of being of the children. Teens, preteens. I think that they have skills that afterwards they will loose, interesting skills… creativity, spontaneity, happiness, essential sincerity (not about details but about feelings) they usually don’t use a mask, it’s easy for me to know what are their feelings, and how are their thoughts… this ease makes my work more simple.

6.- What do you think is your greatest fault?

I’m too self-dependent, too self-contained, too self-sufficient… and so… It’s no easy for me to relate with adult people, with contributors… In general, in my life, not only in my job, my wishes of independace and freedom push me to break relations with friends or with people that don’t accept a high level of freedom in a relation. I’m happy alone. I like people but if I have to choose between people and freedom I preffer freedom. So… I have very few friends, but I’m happy.

7.- How do you feel about spending time away from home?

It’s very important for me to live usually in my home, with my family. I could sporadically travel far away, but no more than a week every three months. I preffer time than money. I preffer a job with a low salary but a lot of free time than a job with a high salary but many busy hours in a day.

8.- What do you see yourself doing in five year’s time?

The same than now, but in english. I like what I do, more than any other job in the world. I am where I want to be. If I won the lottery, I would do what I’m doing. But if the life changed in the future, I’m sure I would find a way of doing what I’m doing now, or very similar.  

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I wish to live enough time as to be able to write words that might convince people that the most beautiful things are free.

This is a practice of my learning english. I appreciate corrections.

Sometimes I think I need more time, more years to live; I'm forty six years old and I'm learning to write english poetry. I'm smitten with this hobby. I feel inside a whole universe of deep thoughts. I love what I'm discovering. I feel also happy because some english-speaking like my poetry. Many times I think that my future lifetime is not long enough to write all the poetry I feel inside. I'm not speaking about quality but about passion, about feelings... about the greenery of the woods, about the scent of the salt's sea in shore.

I need more lifetime to improve my english, and to learn to put in a better way my fingers on the neck of the guitar, and to tidy up all my texts and publish them, as I did with my book about nudity, or with “The wind of the woods” or with my book about education.

And I wish to work as a teacher longer than my lifetime. I wish to meet more persons along all my teaching life. I wish utopianly to try to convince them to learn the most essential apprenticeship: being alive is wonderfull, a privilege, a gift, a joy... And this is the sense of all: we live to enjoy, we live to make enjoy.

I wish I had a body that didn't deteriorate while time went by, and therefore learning more and more, with the same ease with which children learn. I cringe with the people that live as if they had not a heart, nor dialog capacity, nor respect for differences and freedom. I wish to live enough time as to be able to write words that might convince people that the most beautiful things are free, that those who don't feel a homeland as their homeland, don't they feel it... and nothing happens... , that those who feel a different homeland as their homeland, feel it... and nothing happens... that those who want to leave have the right to leave... that we only really own what is free to leave or to stay... If anyone wants to leave, we must let him leave.

I wish to live longer than my lifetime to sing without hiding, to proclame that severity is a failure, that the arrogant style of living and the cult image, is an style that moves us away from human kind, from tenderness, from freedom, from the pleasure of having fun.

I wish to convince people of the idea that the persons are not made to have authority, nor to suffer it. Our evolution guides us to build a society with differents labors, braided so that nobody be under anybody, nor nobody be over anybody... braided so that everybody lives with the same dignity and the same opportunities.

I wish to live longer that my lifetime to swim naked in all the seas of the world, to climb all the tops, to fool around, to create freely walking down the road where my existence decides.

I need a life in which all is not done, in which there isn't eternal breaks nor infinite happiness, nor the beatific vision of an inapprehensible being. Give me the night and the stars, and the gloaming of all the sunrises and all the sunsets, and the mistery that never runs out, to love infinitely that we hint but don't understand nor know.

I wish to be imperfect, to have always some skill to improve, and to remember to be tolerant and unconcerned. I need the disorder to feel relaxed in an atmosphere that accepts my rightful and natural disorder. I wish to be always an activist against the idolatry of fame and utilitarianism, against the wrong idea that says that money defines the professionalism instead of the right idea that says that is the profession and its features what defines the professionalism. I wish to convince the writers of the pleasure of writing for delight instead of writting to achieve fame or fortune; and I also wish to say the same idea to the singers, and to the actors and actresses, and in general to all who work in any task. I wish everybody loved their works, the bright of their works, the love in their works, the will of good with the aim of their works... and I wish they wasn't obsessed with success and triumph. The true success is one that perhaps doesn't shine but nevertheless gets to serve and to love people with a humble and concealed attitude.

I need more years to live, and I think that too few years left to my death time. However, if I died tomorrow It didn't seem a disgrace. The life has been great. My life is still great. I don't know who has set up all the things of the life, but in spite the hard moments, life has been like a rare flower; a flower so beautifull that I take my breath away. And this flower declaims (as it was declaiming a poem) the name of every person of human kind.

Octavi Intente, a world of art and creation.

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 I've found this vídeo in the YouTube's space of Artamore Sitges, an art shop of Sitges (Barcelona). This is a video that shows the work of the painter Octavi Intente.

How does this Catalan artist work? How is the world he imagines? I invite you to discover a personal way of sailing the sea of creation. Are you used to foreseeable shapes? This artist is never foreseeable. From his mind, evolves a whole universe of surreal situations, of shocking characters, of amazing interpretations of the reality. In fact, Catalonia has always been a land of artists. 

I'm not going to explain all about Octavi Intente;  you must discover him, you must enjoy his work.

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To go out in the night.

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(This is a practice of my english classes)

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When I was in my twenties, I used to go out to discos with my friends. And I must admit that I used to go out, not because I liked it but because it was a way of living in society, a way of relating with girls, with friends, with diverse people in a more relaxed athmosphere than work's environment. Nowadays, I hardly ever go out in the night. Once or twice a year, mainly to go to the cinema, and to dinner with my wife. The reason of this austerity is that we have many difficulties to leave our son and our daughter with somebody who may look after them. But probably, if we had really wished to go out, we would have solved it. 

In fact, I have always thought that there are many others activities more interesting than going out in the darkness... than going into smoky and tight and noisy locals... than losing sleep... than being enforced to wake up late, and therefore losing wonderfull sun's hours of life and pure air. I think that the night is dark because people have to be in their caves, or in their corners, or in their nests, or in their homes... perhaps writting poetry, or beside a fire with a guitar on hands, or telling stories, or counting stars below a dark and stellated sky, or in a beach under the moonlight. 

Society has created an unnecessary need, that probably is hidding an ancient and deep impulse, an impulse that push us to approach to the opposite sex. Probably, this idea is tied to the social and not always written repression of the natural tendency to copulate. Our subconscious wants to copulate. Our conscious doesn't clearly dare to accept it. Then our wishes walk down the path to where the dark spaces are, to where the clandestine environments are, to where the forbidden hours of the day go by. Society sweeps the natural searching of the opposite sex towards the hidden drawer of the night. I think the social values should evolve towards an acceptance of the natural drives. Besides, when society proscribes (directly or indirectly) a natural wish, this wish search another way, and this new way is always more dangerous, always more strange, always more insane. 

People are made for the day. We have evolved for millions of years sleeping in the night. And before sleeping, we have been explaining stories beside a campfire, singing and dancing with the family. And after the stories, we have always slept in the darkness to welcome a new, and bright, and long day. And this day will elapse, illuminated by the sunlight, from the sunrise to the sunset. 

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To clear out (Leave everything)

I'm going to get rid of my worries. 
I'm going to get rid of my fears.
I'm going to get rid of my boundaries
that doesn't allow me to reach my fate.

I want to get rid of the chains
that press my heart and tie my brain.
I want to get rid of the thoughts
that stick me and hit me without faith.

Heaps of junk inside my soul
must disappear with fire and light.

In the drawers of my inner home
only hope, only smiles.
I'm going to clear out the path
that I have to start freely under the sun
sorting out the array of instants
some in passion, some in fight.

I'm giving away myself with joy
working on me, I'm helping the world.
Throwing away the shit, I choose
a better pace and a sweeter world.
I ask you to take out all your rubbish
far away of your core.

Jeremias Soler.
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Catalonia. Human Towers.The "Minyons de Terrassa" get upload the "3 of 10" this morning.

In Catalonia, we do human towers, “castells”. The human towers are the result of the sum of many efforts. In the human towers, men and women apply efforts following an order, a plan, an strategy. Every arm is important, every leg is important. And men and women need to believe that the human tower will be lifted, that will reach its fulfillment, that the tower is rising . The members of the tower must be encouraged continuosly. They must encourage each other continuosly. The people are very important. The people who do support under the tower are essential. The tower can't ascend without the people below. When the tower is up, the most tiny child, who is in the top, raises his or her hand. At this moment, the tower is considered as uploaded. Then, the members start to download the tower. If they completely download the tower without the collapse, then the tower is considered “uploaded” and “downloaded”, this is the highest achievement. If the tower collapse during descent, then the tower is considered “upload” but not “downloaded”. If the tower collapses, nothing happens. The members of the “colla” will try again. Someday, they will get their aim. They always do. If the tower falls, everyone applauds. If the tower doesn't fall, everyone applauds too. Everyone always applauds and tries again. The human tower is the result of the work of everybody.

In Catalonia, my country, the things happen in the same way. Our survival as a nation depends on the sum of many wills, of many works, of many efforts... and the people is essential. As the human towers, we have no limits, we have no ceilings, we can grow every time more and more if we believe we can, if we sum efforts and intelligence. 

The tower of the video has been upload this morning in Terrassa. The group “colla” are the “Minyons de Terrassa”.
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About Catalonia
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The “others” are not bothers but brothers; brothers and sisters in this strange and beauteous existence.

Sometimes, life is unable to tell us why we feel as we missed some indeterminated thing. This misterious thing that we miss may be a reality that society has always stealing us.

A swift ride may not be enough to understand the issue. We need a slow walk to contemplate the instant that we are living.

We are often sucked by the black pipe of the productivity. The world convinces us to feel as we were bees chasing a happiness that we always seek in the future; in a future hive of honey.

The modern world's priests of fashion and power with the dazzle of their clothes, and their cars, and their rings, and their snobs shapes... seem to grant us the privilege of imitating them. They assure us that our existence have only value if we live like them, if we seem to them.

The secret of the power over the men and women of the world hides in the fear and in the lie. Therefor, those who aren't afraid become free, and those who don't believe all the mermaid's songs, become free too.

The greatest deeds aren't the wars but the smiles, aren't the far and dangerous travels but the wisdom of walking slowly by a street of your town, discovering the hidden beauty of the daily shapes. The greatest deeds are the capacity to be free, to go beyond the edges of the social canons, keeping the strong will of loving people because we feel that they are those who we may had been if we had existed in their circumstances. The “others” are not bothers but brothers; brothers and sisters in this strange and beauteous existence.

Sometimes, our mind ascribes false skills to the “others”. Another times, it ascribes them false defects... because our mind is a product of the species evolution, that fights to survive, transforming the reality into a different story, a story that reinforces our ego, our self-esteem.

We need to be happy to be able to answer our own mind, to tell our mind that the “others” are only those who we would have been if we had existed in the body and the circumstances of the “others”.

We must grant them the gift of being loved by us. No one should bypasses the empathy, the compassion, the true and deep love towards all the people.

Our inmost mind knows that the “others” are like each of us.

The life looks curiously at us when we watch it without fear in our eyes. It's easy enough to see the happiness when we leave all the fears. 

It's hardly worth examining and sifting all the causes and explanations of the individual attittudes. We can try to study them in a general way through the brain's science, however we must leave the trend to judge or to condemn or to hate.

The love is the most effective therapy for those who hate. If I hate you, please... love me... because (due to my hate) I need your love more than any other person. Usually, when you offer love, you generate love too.

Meantime, happiness arises like the sun in a bright summer morning near the sea. 

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Edinburgh in the night.

Edinburgh in the night,

and a explossion of light,

with the stone of the fronts,

drawing up smart lines 

of the dreams and the drums,

in the dark city's closes,

while a fairy sings loud,

and a lullaby sounds, 

through a window in pale

yellow candle of oil,  

under the biggest moon

beyond the fog it shines

dress of colours and roses

beside the freedom's minds

where the great poet lies

despite the time goes by.

For a soul of his age

he is pure like a child

at the end of the days.

                                                Jeremias Soler

TED approaches us to the art of Miru Kim

I am always positively shuddered with the point of view of Miru Kim

Unscrupulous sheepherders.

I don't like many things of the world where I live. 
The utilitarian education creates narcissistic monsters.
Fear manufactures bad persons.
People often is a herd moved by unscrupulous sheepherders; 
every sheep has tied dreams;
the identity of every sheep is sheared;
every sheep is punished for being creative.

I don't like the exemplars of monkeys 
that consider themself superior;
they shepherd the flock to where the livestock industry is
to kill or to enslave the sheeps.
But the herd is made of hearts,
and every heart is a creator,
every heart has an unique capacity to create, to love, to grow up.

Everybody has the right to be a superior aim, 
higher than the drove.
Every consciousness is the main aim of the universe.
People should fight for everybody's freedom,
for the right to be free, for the right to be creator, for the right to be able to love.
Everybody has the right to identity, the right to be oneself.
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We don't need none to clap us, none to pay us, none to enrich us, our richness is that we like doing.

Many people do the things they like rather well (painting, singing, writting...), but many of these people usually think that they don't do well enough. It happens because they compare themselves with the stars, with the artists that people admire. There always will be someone who will do the things better than everyone of us, and many people will not be able to enjoy their practises by comparisons. Perhaps they'll do in a hidden place, probably they will not show what they do, they will act as if they were making a mistake, a crime, a sin... This is a wrong attitude because happiness doesn't born from the aim of doing things in a way as perfect as the stars or professionals... Happiness flows simply when we do the things we like, just because we do these things, because we like doing these things, because when we do these things, we feel as if we put in touch with a high reality beyond the material world, a reality that takes us to the imagination's world, that takes up our brain, our soul, our mood.

We don't need none to clap us, none to pay us, none to enrich us, our richness is that we like doing. We don't need to do anything as perfect as the masters. We don't need to hide us or to hide our work  when we do what we like. We only need to do freely the things we like, because we enjoy doing and showing those things.  

Everybody have strong creative capacity; it's worth develop it. Society often (probably unconsciously) tries to drown this trend to convert individuals into useful elements of the production's chain. But we are all creators. 

Don't obey those who say you can't. You can. If you feel, you can. Don't listen those who will put their fingers in your eyes to discourage you. They feel bad because they know that you are the proof of their failure, because they could and they didn't want. The society's pace convinced them to forget their soul.    

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Why do so many people hate what is different? The identities are rights of the peoples.

Aurresku is a traditional dance of Euskadi

Source: www.dantzariak.com

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The Universe agrees with a nod when a culture works to survive. He nods his head full of stars, and smiles with a nebula, and turns on the light of the suns. He stares my little country, despised for centuries.  

Why do so many people hate what is different? 

I've watched carefully some non french persons, and I have realised how many of them detest some french people only because they are french people. I've discovered them throwing an empty plastic bag on the ground of France while they say “the trash for the french people...”. Why do so many people hate the cultures that are different, the languages that are different, the differences, after all...?

Some people hate still stronger the internal differences of their states. For instance, some Spanish people say that they are against the idea of independence for Catalonia or for Euskadi... but they don't realise that they have a brisk separatist attitude when they don't accept that catalan language or euskera may be official languages in E.U. parliament or in Spanish parliament, when they deny the convenience of teaching catalan language or Euskera in all the spanish schools. They, innerly, consider that every culture different to castilian culture is not really a Spanish culture... so... they are the strongest separatists with their contempt for the catalan language or for the non castilian culture. Everybody must freely think and opine, but with respectful attitudes, and using democratic and pacific tools to decide the future of the states. Every people must decide its own future; the union that borns from a free decission is the strongest of all the possible unions. If the union is an imposition, really doesn't exist.

There is no many  sadder realities than the hate that borns from ignorance. I'm not talking about an ignorance caused by the lack of knowledges but about an  ignorance that  arises from an special sort of attitude. There are many intellectual people, with university degrees, with academic prestige, that suffers from a deep ignorance in their attitudes. They are like prehistoric men, attacking any non tribal symbol, and trying to justify the contempt for the cultures that they don't understand. They feel resentful because of their inability to understand feelings and cultures that they don't own, and this resentment angers them.

We must work for a world that may shine with the diversity of its cultures. The cultures, the languages, the identities are rights of the peoples... and anyone who hates any culture, is also hating all the cultures of the world, and after all is hating himself.

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A place where the stars draw, over the sky, the answer to the questions about the beauty's misteries.

 Parc Güell, Barcelona.

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There is a place on mind where consciousness flies over gleaming colors. These colors take their hands and start the elevated dance of existence. A place where the stars draw, over the sky, the answer to the questions about the beauty's misteries.

There is a place for the thoughts that calls us to fly over the Mediterranean waters and over the patchs of the olive-trees, to see the geckos beside the lights of the old country houses and the tall palm trees that hold the dome of a sky full of twilights.

There is a red earth that  is ours. An earth made of blood, sweat and hope. An earth irrigated by the aches of many mothers, and by some special scents: wine's scent, and scent of ancient cellar, and scent of wet and mown grass. An earth irrigated by the tears of some ancestor that feel happy for the sight of the growing life, in spite the sorrows, the wars and the death.

There is an space that no critical can touch with the tips of the nails. A place beyond the rational reality. The wise critical is silent in front of the art, because the art doesn't walk by plotted routes. The unexpected realities discover never seen oceans; indescribable blue stained oceans.

Suddenly, in the middle of this immense space. The true “I” recognises itself in the outside light. This light explains why we are, and why no matter if the beauty is (or isn't) useful, and why  worth breathing, and why we should fear nothing, and why is all so deep and so beautiful.

Sing, swim, have a sunbath, dance, cover your skin with mud, be happy!

  Thank you sky. Thank you sea. Thank you stones. Thank you mud. Thank you wind. Thank you time. Thank you life. Thank you meat. Thank you smile. Thank You freedom. Thank you nakedness. Thank you soul. Thank you nature. Thank you diversity. Thank you all.

Thank you for coming to my existence, to my conscience. I hope you have a good time and I hope that you love me, that you love us. Here we go, full of power, full of deep awareness, full with the Earth.

However you feel, hope! Hope! Always hope! Something or someone has put us on this reality... Something or someone has made us as we are... We haven't chosen what each one of us is! What we are determines what we do... But you must realise that you can more than you think.  You can reach nearby all the things you want if you work. When you are in your fourties, you discover all the things one day you thought you can't reach... and you realise that that thought was false. You could have reached those dreams if you had fought. And you can still reached those dreams, or perhaps another dreams. The future is in your hands, in your hard-working hands. But chase your future, the future that is yours.

I feel I've reached the most of my dreams. Perhaps because my dreams are free. My dreams only depens on my mind: to be free, to have a nice family, to try to be a kind man, to join to nature in a way as wild and naked as I can, to learn new knowledges everyday till my death, to teach to the people I love that being alive is a privilege and that every instant is a gift, to write what I believe, to write and create stories that I imagine, to feel and to write a little drop of poetry that excites me, to avoid the money and its trap, not to fear the death but to love the time of life, to sing without fame's yearns nor a consumistic soul. 

Probably I forget some dreams in this list, all of them are free dreams, and I've reached all of them.    

Are you afraid to die? Don't be afraid? You must be afraid for not being awake, for not creating, for not being happy, for not discovering the strong beauty of all the things. 

What's wrong? The only wrong is not being alive. Step forward. There is a bright planet full of life and light.

The day I took these photos, we covered the whole skin with mud. It was funny. We were beside the Atlantic Ocean, in Tarifa, in a free beach where everybody could be naked. With the mud on the skin and the sun and the waves, we were we, we were alive, we were deeply happy. Thousands of persons emerging from the night of centuries have been covering their skins with mud. They lived subjects to blind traditions that tied the soul of their poor freedom. The  ignorance is the hardest  chain. In the middle age these chains were specially strong. We live a time that allows us to reach the highest levels of wisdom. The true wisdom is that wisdom that proclames its own ignorance. In fact, there's no ignorance when we know that we are ignorant, the true ignorances are those ignorances that proclaims that they are wise. Every human being is the main aim of the whole universe. Every human being deserves to be free, to be happy, to enjoy nature, to play with the waves, to be naked under the sun, to sing, to be alive, and to learn and develop.

I invite you to this pretty place in Bolonia (Tarifa) Spain, to be naked, to cover your skin with mud, to sing, to love human kind and Earth.

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To all the posts about naturism

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Marla. A pure place of Euskadi.

Marla.

A place where Pyrenees decide to leave the athmosphere and sink in the Cantabrian sea.

A meadow, down, between atlantic forests. 

A freshwater's stream that fills a lake only ten meters far from the ocean.

One of the few lonely places of Jaizkibel.

By now, Marla survives in spite the lack of intelligence and values that  suffers the specie that at these centuries domain the Earth like a plague. 

 For a man of my age, it is an honour knowing Jaizkibel rather well. Once upon a time that on saturday afternoons I used to go to Jaizkibel to hear the sound of the waves and to breathe clean air. I often drove to this little big hill beside the deep and dark blue sea. Jaizkibel is a house without any buzzer. Mountains are houses without buzzer. We don't need to press any buzzer at the entrance. Nature is free. I used to go through the wet grass, sometimes in the middle of the fog. It was like in the life: we usually go through with something that excites us. Those Jaizkibel's times made me drop what I was doing to think only in the present instant. When I was there I didn't miss anyone. I was old enough to decide how I wanted to spend saturday afternoons, but probably I wasn't still old enough to understand many simple things that I had understood when I was a child and that I understand now again. I remember that my temperament was rather quiet. It is still rather quiet. I think that I don't fear death. By that times, as now, I thought that nature may not be the happiness, but it is at least its cousin. Loving nature is a privilege; I am aware. But the return to the nature must be a free process; nobody must subject anyone to a enforced return. All the good things in life are free. All the enforced things are failures. Nobody is too old for the change. The life is a continuous learning.

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Bright day of beach!

 I am very much impressed by that as a strong wave. A blue and bright wave means a lot to me. There is an strong inner comfort in knowing I can hug a wave, smell its salt's scent, kiss its fresh and wild test. A blue, or green, or emerald wave is one of the greatest constructions of the Earth. It lives in an instant, but if we were beings that live just an instant, the wave would live along our whole live.

No matter whether the instants finish. They have been alive, they have been our instants. So that... they are eternal instants. Beauty stays in spite that the instants finish. 

We live inside the instant, though I have other things to work and fight. But these other things will appear after the instant, so that, in my life only the instant exists. And this is one of the secrets of the happiness. Happiness is very easy. It is so easy that it is difficult to see it.

During the time of the instant, many things happen. A drop stays in the air and the sun turn it into fire, fresh fire, alive fire... A face, express all the softness that Earth designs when it creates a new person from stardust. The sea draws an unique surface made of wrinkles. The colors of the landscape dream a pure reality, a beautiful reality. There's a whole uinverse in the instant, and it is a gift for us.

When I'm in Cala Fonda, inside the instant, I wouldn't rather have been in any other place. Perhaps, I first became aware of this phenomenon in this beach, in Cala Fonda. When I usually go back home, I keep these good sensations, and in every aim of my daily life, I still stay inside the instant.

These images were taken yesterday in Cala Fonda. 

I hope you like. 

Delta de l'Ebre. Catalonia. Wide and green rice's fields. Vast expanse of sand and sun beside the sea.

 Loneliness.

Wide and green rice's fields.

Vast expanse of sand and sun beside the sea.

Lonely beach that smells of salt and grass.

That place where nakedness is the brightest dress under the sky.

The auditorium of the waves and the birds.

The end of the land where the sea starts, and the dephts offer their misteries.

My voice and my guitar were scattered through the waves.

A black shark got close to us. The shark was chasing silver's fishes. The shark was one meter long. 

Children played with the waves in a lonely paradise of water and light.

These places are sunk in a big loneliness because people preffer the noises and the neons of a mad world that tries to buy hapiness with its money. This ill world chases an idea that doesn't exist. What exists is the nature and its gifts. A free nature. A beautiful natures that calls us. Most of people don't hear nature because they have a headphones on their ears, so that they try to buy the life; but the life does not cost money. This is the deep knowledge that we should learn: life is free. The most beautiful in life is nakedness. The most handsome landscape is the original and natural landscape. To be happy and free we must leave possessions. Happiness is a decision of our mind. It is like a jump; a jump into a cold swimming pool. After the jump we realise that the water is sweet and we feel deeply happy.

This images are images of the Delta de l'Ebre, in Catalonia. There are quilometers and quilometers of free and lonely beaches to enjoy nature.