The land of brave is the home of freedom too.

Because you let me go away,
I'm with you.
Because you hear my voice as my voice is,
I'm with you.
And when mountains tremble and all is grey,
when it's the time of going away,
perhaps with emptiness, 
or a strange loneliness,
I'm with you.

Because we're two,
I'm with you.
Because I have my word and you have yours,
I'm with you.
And when the deep blue light 
of a wild and free sea
calls us towards the horizon,
I'll sail with you 
on a bright crystal,
searching adventures and knowledges,
in a world of syrens and godesses,
where differences will be treasures,
and people will not fear strange sounds.
We'll walk together
by wide grounds of gardens 
and unlooked-for paths 
that change their sense 
with random script
written by magicians of old lost worlds
who know the human's core.

Because you're free,

I'm with you.

the land of brave is the home of freedom too. 

Jeremias Soler

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To the Shakira's post of yesterday...

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Shakira has recorded a song in Catalan, and she has been insulted for this reason. Really, People who hates a language, also hates all the languages in the world.

Image of Georges Biard from Wikipedia

In Spain, international artists who decide to sing in catalan are despised by many narrow minded people. Shakira has recorded only one song in catalan in his new album, and she has received a lot of insults from many people that identify Spain only with Castilla. 

Castilla is the spanish region that for centuries has dominated Spanish state, and that many times has cut or forbidden any culture different to castilian culture. 

Catalonia, nowadays, is living a convulsed period, with attacks to its autonomy, with cuts in its decision-making in matters like education or taxes. Catalan people have chosen deputies that defend the right of Catalonia to decide its future. The big most of deputies of Catalan Parliament declared some months ago  that Catalonia is a sovereign people and that Catalonia has the right to decide its future like any other people in the world.

Yesterday, The Spanish Constitutional Tribunal, rejected the words of Catalan Parliament, and proclamed null that declaration (the declaration of the parliament of a country, the will of  a whole country) only because Parliament's words were contraries to Spanish Constitution, a law that was approved after Franco's death in a hard period of  stress and darkness. In that moment, people couldn't chose other law that Constitution, a Constitution that was write to please not only all the political parties but also the army of Franco and the ancient dictatorship's powers. 

Because to this Spanish Law, a whole country, like Catalonia, can not decide its future; perhaps this country want that its future is to be into Spain, but catalonia can not even decide this. This country suffers the despise to its language; a constant and cruel despise. Shakira begins to know it.

People who hates a language, also hates all the languages in the world. All the languages of the world reveal us an unique way of understanding the existence, a only way of watching life. Every language is a human treasure, a living treasure, the recording of all the details of the human heart. The more languages we know the more free we are. To love a language means to love all the people who speaks in that language.

So... my friends of all the world that usually read me... I need your help. 

Please... tell to your friends, to your family, to your lands...that the catalan language exists, that catalan literature exists,  that there are in Catalonia more than six milions of persons that must live as if their language was a second-class language. Tell to the people of your scope that the song of the last album of Shakira "Boig per tu" is sung in catalan language. Tell them that catalan language is the language of Catalonia, and that Catalonia  is a land that by now belong to Spanish State. Tell them that Catalonia has a Parliament, and that Parliament of Catalonia can't speak freely, and that catalan people can't decide its future because Spain doesn't want.

Catalonia is a peace's land, our only weapon is the word and the sanity, our only treasure is our culture, and our reason of being is wanting being. In Catalonia, all of you, have your home.      

You can read here the problem that Shakira has suffered for the song "Boig per tu".

In the Wall Street Journal:

http://blogs.wsj.com/speakeasy/2014/03/27/shakira-sings-in-catalan-stokes-political-tension-in-spain/

And in the Daily News:

http://www.nydailynews.com/news/world/shakira-sparks-anger-spain-singing-track-catalan-article-1.1732922

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To all the posts about Catalonia.

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Mediterranean temple, under the fire, hugging the wind.

A wooden path over the deep blue. The deep blue into my heart. 

Blue and bright, blue and wide... sharp smell of salt

Salt's wind, wet wind of summer, wet wind of sea.

Salt on skin, sun on skin, pure sea's water on cupper skin,

and the brown path meanders above sand.

Sand of sun's fire, summer's fire, fire's light.

Blue light of sea, Mediterranean temple, under the fire, hugging the wind, 

adoring the wet breeze of water.

Naked soul that reflects existence's core. Naked skin that adores life's love. Naked mind that binds to Earth. Naked smile that softly sleeps and dreams.

Dream that comes true. Mind on deep blue. My bare feet walking on hot sand.

Summer's dreams. Eternal dreams. Intense salt's smell on my mind.

Sea's kiss. Water's kiss.

Visual Images and felt words in the optional clothing beach of Roca Grossa

Calella de la Costa (Catalonia)

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To all the posts about Poetry.
To all the posts about Naturism.
To all the posts about Catalonia.
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More about the land of crystal water.

Today I will write again about Cadaqués and Cap de Creus. Because this is a very beautiful place. As I said, that was the land of Dalí. 

A land near the mediterranean sea, where water is clean like a crystal, forests arrive to the sea's waves, the wind smell salt, and many times we can hear the sound of the ancient sailor songs, and the sound of "Havaneres", the songs that sailors sung in the XIX century when they travelled to Cuba for trade or for the war. These are songs that fill hearts of nostalgy. 

A land with a lot of little inlets, usually lonely inlets, where people can swim and sunbathe without clothes, freely. Some people say that this is the most beautiful land of the Earth. I don't know if this is the most beautiful land in the Earth, but I can tell you that the beauty of this country is so sublime like the lines of a nude body under the sun, like the reflex of cupper skin with the daylight. 

Unfortunately, as I said too, an excessive amount of turists has stolen a little part of the charming  magic of this place; but if you travel there on may or june, or september, you can still find those freedom and original beauty that Earth had once upon a time. 

This is a place to escape from world acceleration. I hope you visit and enjoy that place.    

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To all the posts about Naturism.
To all the posts about Catalonia.

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Time sleeps on beach

Where the wind spreads deep scent of salt,

sea's roaring song embrace the soaked instant.

Water kisses my spirit through my skin and spouts

a pure and blue poem about gods and sirens.

Nature brings to naught any sense of emptiness.

The waves soul burns up shining like a live coal;

trodden velvet's sand, beating heart of Earth,

 warm shudder of love from my ancient mother. 

Brother of the woods, I enjoy the green light

from the well-turned trees, standing on the shelving.

They dance with the soft cadence of the breeze,

whispering to stones amorous compliments.

Time sleeps on beach while the life is growing... 

Jeremias Soler
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Your name in the Space...

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From the sunset's sky, the wind has read a verse,

It sounded like an anthem of hapiness and life.

Existence has started the stars in univers,

and the darkness has died by a cold candles knive.

Mystery has sung your name in the space

And love has watched your eyes with a smile, face to face.

Because you're the knight of the freedom, and death

is not a fear for those who are living with the faith

on peace, on words, on people, on nakedness, on Earth.

For walking with a brave mind, there is only one place,

the land of those who feel as if they were a pure heart

of the street's simple people who work day after day,

of the children whose main will is playing freedom's game;

to be your friend, as clear as sun, without treasures or fame.

Somebody have the power, the money and the grey

speech of resignation, they only want to obey

hypocresy, ambition, streched golden belt ,

pressed clothes, jailed body, protocol, and fake

needs that money invented for turning into slave.

Somebody think that everybody will believe their lies.

But sunset's sky has drawn a word on the heaven's surface

it's only a word that when you born It wished be your name

A verse, a song, a dream, a hope, freedom, freedom, yes!  

Jeremias Soler

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To all the post about Catalonia.

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To all the post about Naturism.

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People live on their smile. A radiant day in Cala Fonda.

Last 29 of june, was a radiant day in Cala Fonda. 

A bright instants before the concert that we waited with longing of freedom. 

A concert that expressed the wish of Catalonia for deciding its future.

A day of freedom. 

A beach's day that broke protocols and artificial uniformity. 

A day of sun, of sea, of salt, of waves, of nakedness. 

A day of indescribable joy. A day when we reached the warmth that we had waited so long. 

A day that thieves and fascists never will understand, because they are obsessed with golf's holes and with elitist clubs, because they are making grow bank accounts, because they are negotiating with enemies of culture and Earth.

A day that perverts don't understand, because they only see a body where there is a person.

Yes. You. My friend. You that only watch bodies. You must know that inside a body there are feelings, consciousness, tenderness, friendship, light, nature light, personal and divine light. If you dare to discover the person, you will find a treasure infinitely more beautifull than any body.  You can't enjoy the realities you can't respect. Frequently, you look for a misery and loose a treasure. In the respect, and true love, you will find more freedom than in material pleasures. Life has sense when you look for the friendship of every person, a true friendship, without sexual or material interest. Freedom is a divine elixir when you love the souls of people more than the bodies of people. The most value of life is the deep will and love of people. People live on their feelings, on their smile, on their words, on they laugh... not in their bodies.

It was a day in which people that speculate with Earth will never understand, because they are cling with both hands to the chains that enslave them, because they are hypnotized. 

A day of light and fire, a day of sea's roar and freshness of glass water. 

A day of copper skin and bright flesh. 

A day of freedom. 

I can only win

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I didn't exist.

And now, I am being.

From this situation,

I can only win.

If I stop being

I have all I have been.

I didn't exist.

And now, I am being.

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To all the poetry of this blog:

Poetry

To all the posts about Catalonia:

Catalonia

To all the posts about naturism:

Naturism

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Nudity is not promiscuity. Naturists are not swingers.

Many people confuse nudity with sexuality; but human sexuality is present in all parts of human body, not only in the covered areas.

In my case, I defend the exercise of a responsible sexuality within the family. I believe in freedom, of course, and everyone can do what he wants, but in my personal life, sexuality belongs to family; it is a matter of my wife and me. 

On the other hand, I think that a united family is the best place where children can grow up. I think that love should be present in all human relationships. When I say love, I mean really the love, empathy, will of good for people I love. Feeling is neither the cause nor the essence of love. Feeling is an usual result of love. But love is more than feeling . I can say that I love you  when I want all the good for you, in spite that the good for you doesn't mean a pleasure for me, in spite that the good for you means an effort for me.

I bathe naked on the beach, and I sunbathe naked, that's true... but I do not pretend that anybody look at me. I am not naked because I want somebody to look at me. My nudity has no sexual reasons. The concealment of the human body for centuries has caused that many people associate unconsciously nudity with sexuality. I personally think that constructive sexual relationships prioritize love and empathy over pleasure or enjoyment.

The net is full of people that confuse nudity with sexuality. These people make a bad advertising and they cause error and confusion.

We are naked in nature because this habit involves a special union with nature, with the sun, with wind, with sea, with sand. We are naked in nature because this practice allows our children to understand the human body as a natural reality, without any trauma and without erotic charge. Our daughters and sons learn the reality of the human body not as a sin or a shame, but as a natural and good reality. We are naked in nature because we like the natural aesthetic. We think that natural aesthetic is more beautiful than the aesthetic of manufactured clothes. We are naked in nature because we feel that nudity is an habit that fights against excessive consumerism of society. We are naked in nature because nudity is the dress that the Earth has decided for us when weather makes it possible.  

Naturists are not swingers, we are not liberals, we are not nude to search sex or excitation. Most of us believe in a responsible sexuality, in familiar values. Most of us proclaim the human values of love, empathy, respect, culture, tolerance, and peace... above ... any other material interest.
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To all the posts about Nudity:

                     Nudity

To all the posts about Catalonia:

                    Catalonia

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The death of the sun

The Helix nebula

Watching the "Helix" nebula, 

I thought a poem about the place where a star borns 

and the place where a star dies.

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THE DEATH OF THE SUN

And inside

where all is clear and the gold  melts,

the foolish pride and the empty ego go away;

bouquet of blue, incense of light,

and taste

of radiant origin,

of fresh laughing.

Close by

black throb of smoke,

blood in orange

of an inconspicuous god.

Pond

of blowup's water,

glowing glimpse.

The rose blooms within the universe.

Wheeze

of time, and a sun has gone;

screwed emptiness, and cold's forest;

hop of miraculous spin,

a game, a coup, a pry, a cry, a verse.

If it were

just the vibration of the nothing,

or the archaic book of the night's luminaries,

the sweetest sketch would be the definite word,

and the burdensome panting of the Sun that dies in bed.

If it were

the tenderness of coldness,

the answer to those eyes that look up,

the space would be a word;

the emptiness, an scent;

the time, an eagerness;

and the wind, a song.

Jeremias Soler

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If you want to read this poem on its original language:

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http://nuesaliteraria.blogspot.com.es/2009/06/helix-o-ull-de-deu.html

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