Our society is trapped in the quick-sands of fear

Scott Fitzgerald would writte «the bright tan prayer rug of a beach» to express a feeling that it hardly can be expressed.

When we talk about natural beauty we are really talking about our mother, our origin, the source of our being; and not only of our body but our inmost being. The shape of our naked body reveals the paintbrush of a misterious beauty. Here we are a reality beyond the physical interest or the material sensations. Sadly, some people who approach to naturism are trapped on the surface of the matter. We have an iceberg and some times we think that the ice is just the ice mountain outside the sea. What we see dazzles us, but some times it also blinds us.

On the other side, we have a society fearing its own being; a society that wears a mask. Where is your voice, society, when you talks as if what you say was the script of a perfect play? Why do you fear your natural voice? Who does tell the truth if everybody says what society wants to hear?

I often experience an empty sense of sadness when I realise that society lays its foundations over strict relation's rules and severe habits of hidding, instead of exploring the hopeful potentiality of the human confidence and the human tenderness. The solution should be to change what is wrong in the human heart instead of hidding what is embarrassing, and society should realise that some embarrassing realities are not really embarrassing but naturals, and that we feel them embarrassing because we live in an artificious society, a society that has got far away from nature and from human tenderness.

We have the same problem with the physical nakedness. The more we hide the more our being turns into a sexual fetish. The more we assume the naked bodies as natural realities, the more we feel they are innocent and harmless realities. The more the society hides the naked human reality to the children, the more the young ones grow with the idea that ties the sex with the nakedness engraved on their minds likely for ever. The more a family enjoys in the nude at the beach, the more the children of that family are going to grow immunized from being upset or irremediably excited by the sight of a naked body.

So... society is trapped in the quick-sands of fear. The more it fears, the more it hides. The more it hides, the more it needs to hide, and the more it fears. The more it fears, the more it lies. The more it lies, the more it needs to lie, because the more it fears.

Society needs to open its educational system and make up leeway. We are human being, and not insects or wild beasts. We have to have confidence on human beings. The shortcomings of some human beings have not to be the reason for the repression or the diminution of the freedom. We will not live as human beings if we are not free. And we will not be free if society uses the lies as a tool of the relationships, and if it hides and damns our own reality.    

If the wind doesn't push me, if it doesn't try to make me fall down, I will not know how to walk in the windstorm

If all was easy, wine wouldn't be worth, and human life would be like the life of a stone that is dragged by water. There wouldn't be either impressionist pictures or lives that would be exhausted because of having fought for freedom, or poems that would denounce the destroyers of the life. If there were not tyrants, it would be more complicated loving the deep value of the freedom. If there had never been squalid inquisitors, it would be more arduous that science was deemed a great treasure, and so do the logical methodology, and the prudence, and the intellectual humility, and the mental objectivity. If there had never been squalid inquisitors, we would hardly have taken out of our heart poems that would be bloody because of our love for the freedom of thinking, the life and the happiness. If pain didn't exist, or sadness, or suffering, personal happiness wouldn't be a conquest, we wouldn't become skilled in the art of being happy; happiness would be gifted as the color of a flower, or as the flavor of the spices.

And if you weren't crying, I wouldn't be able to comfort you. If you didn't feel lonely, I hardly could keep you company. And if you didn't cry, you would find more complicated to be aware of the times when you are glad, and you would likely find harder to sympathize with those who are crying.

And if we never saw our existence at stage, it would be unlikely to grasp and help those who see their existence and their future at stage, and who see the existence and the future of their loved ones at stage.

I appreciate all the pain I sufffer, because this pain makes me stronger, and because it compels me to become the builder of my own fate, to decide who I am, what is worth for me, and what my life will be like. The darkness compels me to settle down beside the light. The hate that rips up my meat helps me to settle beside the unconditional love. And I decide to stay beside the light and the love as the identity signal of my existence, as waybill, as a source of happiness.

And I don't need to believe in any religion to proclaim all theses ideas or follow any messiah, or being more than an imperfect human being. From everything around me, I intuit and love a misterious spirit; a soul that embraces me. This misterious being doesn't come up from any doctrine or spiritual arrogance, or mithology, The roots of this being are deeply buried in the existence and nobody can describe or explain this being.

If the wind doesn't push me, if it doesn't try to make me fall down, I will not know how to walk in the windstorm. If my heart has never a breaking pain, I'll never learn to walk and to love with a breaking pain in my heart. If all was easier and I didn't need to strive to pave the way to a bright future, this bright future wouldn't be so mine, and I wouldn't be so me, and all would be worse.     

In the night, peace is the work of an artist, and we are the artists

I'm staring at Arles images tonight, and I'm going to stare at them tomorrow again. I see on the house's front, and in the light's streets, the fire of a hidden life. I understand why you started to create in the way you did when you came to Arles. Two days ago, I sought your ear. I didn't found it; surely because you gave it to a prostitute as a present. The more I know your life, the more I understand the harsh face of the life, of every life. We walk by a sharp kerbstone, beated by winds, beside the sick heigh of a precipice. Society compels us to go ahead to don't fall to reach the end of the journey. But the end of the travel is always far away. The more we approach it, the more it gets far away from us. Society harms us for not walking faster, but we can't do more than what we can do. And we realise we don't own our own thoughts. Our thoughts are guided by a dark and strange brain's smoke. Today we think we want an specific thing, tomorrow we sincerely think we don't want that thing. Today we feel one reality is great, tomorrow we are aware that reality is ugly. Our will is the result of the brain's chemichal and the past experiences and the knowledges. Our brain's chemical depends on many factors. Many times we are afraid of living, but, willy-nillie, we have to live because some dear human beings need us, and we live for them.

On this golden walls of Arles, I discover the hidden fire of the life you painted. Some years before, you were a slave of a stone's creed. Probably, you sought safety in the deep and invariable faith of the religion, but any safety is a fantasy, because the life that helds us is a continual mistery. None is evident. If someone sells us a stone's safety, we have to ask ourselves what we have to pay for it. The stronger our safety is, the harder our chains are. Our freedom needs to walk down the weak road of the truth. We walk after the truth in a strange and natural trend, but this walking will compel us to change our direction again and again, because we are blind ones fumbling along a bit in the darkness to chase the lovely truth we worship. Freedom is worth despite our unsafe journey towards the future. And, if the death, willy-nilly, is waiting us at the end of the journey, why not be brave and embrace the core of the freedom with our whole heart?

Freedom and love are two sides of the same reality, because there's no freedom without love. Hate is the heaviest chain, it paralyzes our power's mind, it gets dark our thoughts, it messes up our steps. There's no any sort of freedom without love. I also see the love on every yellow of your pictures. The love is so versatile that it can emerge from any heart, despite his or her dark soul's illnesses. But many times, the love that emerges is sick, full of possessive will, blind and weak. When it happens, our freedom is weak too.

Sometimes, I realise I have the same fear you have. I need the power of the beauty to overcome this deep and bitter fear. I chase the beauty not to becoming great but to feeling safer. I found the essential answer to all my questions in the beauty of the things. I drink the molten beauty of the things to win the battle against my obsessive fears. And despite these fears, I feel I'm happy. The secret of the life is the art of reaching happiness even in the darkest times of our lives. In the night, the name of the happiness is “peace”. But we have to work this peace as if a baby was borning. We have to bear this peace as a strong mother that believes in life, that believes in future. In the night, peace is the work of an artist, and we are the artists, and we will win.

Neither exercise junkies nor coach potatoes.

Image from Dr. Klara in wikipedia.  Two girls hiking in sham valley, Leh-Ladakh, India.  

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Many people eat and drink in an excessive way over the NY period, and feel guilty about it. Because of this bad feeling, they get a gym membership in January. In February, most people lose motivation and hardly visit the gym. This desertion keeps going on during the next months, and then peopl start to feel guilty again, because they are paying every month for a service they don't use.

However, they are not going to cancel their membership because they wouldn't be able to stand the sense of defeat that this surrender would mean.

So gyms exploit this sequence of obsesive and neurotic guilth's feelings and earn a very interesting amount of money.

In fact, there are three kinds of people if we think about the human relation with fitness.

Coach Potatoes: those are the people who hate practicing sport and who dream of sinking in a fluffy sofa for hours while they stare at the rain pouring outside the window.

The exercise junkies: namely the people who can't survive without several hours of daily sport.

The sane sportmen and sportwomen. (do they exist?): they are those who practise regular and moderate excercise; those who exercise through daily activities. Probably, they don't need to go to a gym, because walking and running are free and economic activities.

In fact, studies show that this third option is the healthiest, because too much exercise reduces the number of white cells, and because too much aerobic exercises releases dangerous free radicals, and of course, because a sedentary life increases the cholesterol and the risk of heart diseases.

"Minyons de Terrassa" reach the Sky!!!

Never, no gang of Human Towers Builders had been able to raise the Human Castle called «4 de 10» (Ten flats high, and four persons in every flat).

This morning, the «Minyons de Terrassa», one of the best gangs of Catalonia, have achieved this victory.

Joy has exploded in the «Plaça Vella» of Terrassa. The «Old Square» of Terrassa, where this group of young and old men, and women, and children, and grandfathers, and grandmothers, of Terrassa... have reached their goal.

Day after day, this gang usually assay a series of difficult and elaborate Human Towers, a symbol of the power of a People when it works in a coordinated way.

We lack a sweet view of his mind.

I'll never fear what my skin wants,
enjoying the air, the sun, and burning
the chains that a blind power has settled
to take me slowly towards the very death.

I'll never fear the soft sweet water,
inside the blue core of the sea,
away and free, like a big whale,
my recipe tastes very well.

My love resides where my mind is,
my mind was made from dust of stars.
A lover molded this wet powder,
and shaped simple lights of gold.

My God once thought my naked meat,
there's no use hiding his great design.
If we lost that that god devised,
we lack a sweet view of his mind.
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A different educational activity to stimulate the creativity

I'm going to talk about a pedagogic experience I enjoyed at the end of the last term.

Here, in Catalonia, every year, during a week, we do what the system calls «Credit de síntesi» that in english would be translated as «Synthesis work» roughly speaking. This project is developed by the young ones working in little groups  of five or six members.

In the second grade of ESO, and specifically in my school, the theme of the "Crèdit de Síntesi" is Africa; Africa studied and analysed from all points of view.

Over the past two years, we have dedicated one of the days to attend a play, in the theater, about the world's inequalities and about the famine of some African regions; but this time (I'm talking about last June) the company who usually worked in this project stopped performing this play. And I had to seek another option to fill that day.

I have always thought that we must stimulate the creativity of the students, and that we must suggest funny and singular activities to motivate them, so I suggested to the teaching staff of second grade to set up a shortfilm's contest about Africa.

All the students, during the 14-15, learnt to use Movie-Maker along the study of technology, and so they knew how to link different pieces of recordings, how to add music to a video, how to writte titles and credits on a video... So, I thought they could face this challenge and come out with a good work for the Cinema Festival. 

The teaching staff agreed and we incorporated the First Festival of Cinema about Africa in my School.

Of course, they worked in little groups of five persons, and all of them were thirteen years old. Every group had to make a movie. Every movie had to have a maximum duration of five minutes, and the festival jury would evaluate the screenplay, the interpretation of every actor or actress, the work of the director, the originality, and of course the creativity.

Well, the results were great.

People who watched the movies in the theater of the school spent more than one hour laughing, crying, thinking, and enjoying the twenty four short films, all very different stories, different points of view, different feelings, all great.

They were great not merely because of the quality of the movies, but especially the enthusiasm, passion, fervour, of the children. Most of them discovered a different way to enjoy themselves; a way that probably they would have never discovered if they hadn't had the necessity of doing an assignment like this. After the festival, I heard some girls saying: «we have to repeat this experience». We have to gather again in Can Boada. To make their movie, these same girls had gathered in the hills near Terrassa, had dressed up with pareos, had their faces painted in red, yellow and blue... and had danced a tribal coreography trying to put across the idea that says that Africa is not merely a country of war and hate, but also a place of happiness and joy. They won the oscar for the best photography, and the Oscar for the best movie.

The jury awarded a prize (an Oscar) to the best actor or actress, to the best screen play, to the best movie, to the best photography, and some special prizes like the prize to the most newsworthy movie, that was won by a group that had made an interview with a Senegalese immigrant.

It was a thrilling and fun experience.

Children enjoyed and discovered a new way of creating.

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The nature of my homeland in autumn.

I've made these  photographies some minutes ago. I have always thought that living so near of the nature is a great privilege. The landscape of my homeland is a natural museum of awesome beauty. Specially, in autumn, it is an explossion of colours and light. I don't want to write any word more. I let you to enjoy these images. 

Greetings!  

People want to live

C.C. BY 3.0 Wikipedia Ghoutta Massacre.

Yours, mine... From here, from there... All these are fictional concepts. 

People don't want to die, and this is what matters. People want to live. And even more, people want their sons and daughters to keep alive.

Now is the time to say not only that we are a city host, or a state host, but to say that we have an empty house or an empty room to welcome a refugee family or a refugee person. 

Now is the time to require the people not to attach importance to the figures of the current accounts. Now is the time to request the people (and the peoples) to consider human life (every human life) as the most valuable.

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Mrs Merkel, tear down this wall!

Mrs Merkel

You, Europe, German... have built a high wall between the North and the South. This wall have grown for centuries, but now it is high and cold. This wall is the wall of the money, the strong border that defends the north's wealth. Europe is being built upon the rule of the free movement of capital, and all the chains are for the people. The protection of the great fortunes is prioritized against the persons needs, and millions of people die and suffer because of the coldness of this system. Everybody has seen human heads floating in a cold sea, because these souls needed to run away from the war. And now I want to remember that German and other european countries have sold weapons to many states, and some of the purchaser states are at war with others.

Some weeks ago, on TV, you denied a young girl the prospect of success, and you made her cry. That was cruel and real, but, in fact, that was just a symbol, because your policy, the policy of the European barons, is making many people cry, and soffer, and even die.

Mrs Merkel, tear down this wall!

And changing a bit the words that Ronald Reagan said once in your country, for I join you, as I join your fellow countrymen in the North, in this firm, this unalterable belief: Es gibt nur ein Human Kind. [There is only one Human Kind.]

And still changing Reagan words, I say that in the South of our beloved Europe, stands a wall that encircles the free sectors of the Earth, part of a vast system of barriers that divides the entire humanity. From Ceuta, in the south, those barriers cut across the world in a gash of barbed wire, concrete, dog runs, and guard towers. In some spots, there may be no visible, no obvious wall. But there remain armed guards and checkpoints all the same. Still a restriction on the right to travel, still an instrument to impose upon ordinary men and women the will of a totalitarian economic system.

And even though Ronald Reagan had no my ideas, nor my political point of view, I want to recover here his great words when he said that standing before the Brandenburg Gate, every man is a German, separated from his fellow men. Every man is a Berliner, forced to look upon a scar. In the same sense I could say that staring the tragedy of the poverty, eveyone is a human being separated from his or her fellow men or women. Every man is a Berliner, forced to look upon a poverty's scar.

And it was President Reagan who said that the German question is open as long as the Brandenburg Gate is closed. As long as the gate is closed, as long as this scar of a wall is permitted to stand, it is not the German question alone that remains open, but the question of freedom for all mankind. In the same sense I could say that the migratory question is open as long as the wall you are holding is closed. As long as the wall is closed, as long as this scar of a wall is permitted to stand, it is not the migratory question alone that remains open, but the question of freedom for all mankind.

And nothing to add when Reagan said: Freedom leads to prosperity. Freedom replaces the ancient hatreds among the nations with comity and peace. Freedom is the victor. We welcome change and openness; for we believe that freedom and security go together, that the advance of human liberty can only strengthen the cause of world peace.

And using only some words of Reagan and changing others:

There is one sign Europe can make that would be unmistakable, that would advance dramatically the cause of freedom and peace. Mrs Merkel, if you seek peace, if you seek prosperity for Europe and for the world, if you seek freedom for every human being: Open this gate! Mrs Merkel, tear down this wall!

This wall will fall. Beliefs become reality. Yes, across Europe, this wall will fall. For it cannot withstand faith; it cannot withstand truth. The wall cannot withstand freedom.

And although I have started recovering some Reagan words, I'm finishing with the words of another great president, closer to my ideas. President Kennedy said all free men, wherever they may live, are citizens of Berlin, and, therefore, as a free man, I take pride in the words "Ich bin ein Berliner!" Today we could say the same, changing just one word: All free men, wherever they may live, are citizens of a society where people are worth more than money, and, therefore, as a free man, I take pride in the words "Ich bin ein Einwanderer!" "Ich bin ein freier mann!" “Ich bin ein menschlich”

And finally, I want to recall some words that you pronounced about Catalonia and Spain some days ago, when you said that every government must obey the political agreements. I just want to reply that sometimes there has not been any agreement but imposition. Sometimes the national laws have been drafted while swords were sharpening. Sometimes there have been a bloody war, and sometimes the winners of that war have said: “we are going to destroy and burn any signal of this state, so that nobody ever reminds that they once existed as a nation”. Sometimes, many times, rules, laws... have despised the deep essence of a nation, its language, its culture, its self-government... Many times, we are not speaking about agreements but about impositions. Mrs Merkel, doesn't allow that the economic reasons stifle the main objective of any honest statesman (or stateswoman), the freedom of the persons and the peoples.

Let democracy talk. Let freedom talk. Up above war treaties.

Mrs Merkel, tear down this wall, and the other too!   

Our toes hide the secret to the humankind's survival.

The shape of every human being hides a light inside. As the iceberg conceals a huge part of itself, every human being conceals his or her own core, the vastest part of himself or herself. We are not ants in an immense ant-hill. Every nice face is the deepest human connection's tool to express a little bit of all what human mind can feel, think, imagine, love, share... We are not just a tiny piece of the animal kingdom; we are living seeds; everyone is a possibility, a chance, the cosmic hope, the point where the universe knows and loves itself. We are born to love and being loved. Universe offers us the chance to survive and evolve to arriving to the minds meeting.

Thinking about our world, our civilization, I see that the last factor of Drake's equation shows the great difficulty of surviving enough time to connecting with any other civilization. Some thousands turtles are born in many south pacific beaches, but only one or two can grow and reach the adult phase of their existence. In our own blood, we have the frantic trend to the violence and proud, the obsessive will of competing, owning and dominating, instead of the decision of cooperating and loving. Thinking on the whole universe, and on the precedent millenia, I realise that the species that overcome their primitive features will survive. Our toes are useless and clumsy, we don't need them, but many time ago, our ancestors used them to grip the trees limbs. We left the trees thousands years ago and then our toes started a degradation process till their present condition. We must do the same with some of our psychic phenotypes, with our violent psychic features, and with all the psychic features that are bound to lead us to disaster. We can decide the luck of our descendants.    
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Having a swim in Jaizkibel

The stones of the shore are grey, like ash, like faded and light blue dust. The whole landscape seems a moon's valley, but with the sea, and with the pine's wood, and with the wet wind of the Cantabric sea. Everywhere loneliness. Everywhere nature's sounds. Many people haven't got the guts to come here, because here they find themselves; they got lost once, and they could find themselves here. And many people don't know they got lost once.

A frog in a cauldron feels good; the water is still warm and soft; the frog forgets the deep and good sensation of the cold water because it feels good in the warm water. But the water is progressively hotter. Suddenly, the water is far too hot and the frog has no time to rectify. The frog didn't know it was lost. Many frogs haven't got the guts to leave the water when it is warm.

Here, in this wild and isolated place of Jaizkibel, people can find themselves. However, considering the fact that everybody carries what he really is every place he or she goes, it turns out that if many people came here, they probably would find their own curses, their own cages.

But now we are all sitting here, on a rock, beside the ocean. I embrace the guitar and start to sing along. Then I take off all my clothes and have a swim. I swim a little bit and then I sunbath on a hot stone. Afterwards I take the guitar again and sing “The Yellow Rose of Texas” . The sun shines strongly, the sea's water sparkles and I have a swim again. My daughter dives too. We feel free, but we don't think about this; we don't think we feel free; we just feel free. Somebody could say that I am a naturist or that I am practising naturism but all is more simple; I am just free. That's all. I don't need to belong to any group nor to wear any label on my back to do what I like to do. I'm just a man in the nature; so, I'm just a man.

Breeze sweeps my skin, drenched in sea's water. I'm in a fit state to live in the present instant as if the time before now never had existed and if the future time was never going to come. But I don't think about this in this moment, I just live this situation without thinking of it. I experienced the dip in the present without thinking that I am diving in the present. We can't deeply enjoy the spontaneous experiences if we think that we are enjoying them. The life's core is deeply thoughtless.

We are in a fit state to decide our own evolution

 

At noon, the day shrieks under the sun, as if it was alive, as if it was a person. The hotest moment of the day shrieks like a crying girl who misses her life, her dreams, a delightful place to stay and to enjoy.

When this happens, life travellers must roll over and go to the golden city, to the town where the palms grow up towards the sky and the wind moans in the night. Sometimes everybody needs to change the direction of the travel of his or her life, specially when the mistake is obvious. However, many old foggeys stay stranded in their delirious. They writh watching the freedom of the new generations as if the world should have been frozen by the old stoned ideas, the old views, the old fears... The lazy attittude of the foggeys is like the sultry pace of the cowards. We can't be alive if we are not ready to take risks. If we don't dare to accept the possibility of being defeated, we are never going to win. When we leave the amazing and throbbing sense of the life, we are already died.

The old death's carriage whirles around seeking old stranded men or women, looking for empty persons, coward ones, doleful human beings, wilted citizens... I'm not talking about biological death, but about living death. Living death is the death that dominates those who are afraid of being alive. The day in which anyone dies is the day in which anyone decides not learning any more lesson, not discovering any new land, not living any different experience, not dreaming of any amazing future.

We are alive when we decide siphoning off all our existencial fears into a deep and unlimited hope and curiosity.

The vital inspiration wells up from the strong will of going ahead, of peering across the life details, of sucking the existence's beauty, of learning creativity every life's instant. We have the privilege of being, and when we realize what the existence means, we can just be upset and shuddered.

When I was a young child my soul prickled; it wanted to vault over the black fences that demarcated its movements. Isticked out of the windows of my existence and stared at the wild landscape where my body had evolved. My scowling face received the fresh breeze of my country. The plunging way of life of my daily existence had wrought a grimace on the face of my soul. And now, musing, I think that even though every step of our lifes has a sense, I wouldn't like to back into that time. A child can do no more than obeying, because he (or she) has an absolute confidence on the adults, and every child considers adult's world as the best one. But adults are victims too; they have been moulded with the shape that intolerance decided for them. No one who has been sculpted with the rythm of the authoritarianism can be free. The odd thing about it is that nature has produced all these strange phenomenons. We live in an universe that allows the authority of some ones over some other ones. Competition is a tool of the evolution; and so, this is a strange universe; an universe that seems not made for us. We are consciousness with a strong trend towards the love. But if we love anyone, we feel that we must not defeat him or her. We know that we must not destroy anyone, we must not hate anyone... but respect his or her freedom and dignity. Love and vital competition are contradictory ideas, but they both dwell inside everybody. This is the seed of the human inner conflict. Yet, this contradiction doesn't justify desperation, nor sadness, nor violence, nor resignation. We shouldn't agree to accepting a violent way of existing. We can overcome our own way of being. We must overcome it. The future of the human civilitation depends on this surmounting. Every step in the history of Homo sapiens evolution has come after a deep and essential change. We are in a fit state to decide our own evolution. The adding of all the individual decisions will decide the future of human kind and the life of our descendants. Life is not like it is, life is like everyone makes it. We make the life, everyone makes his or her part of the life, everybody is a builder of the life, so... life is not like life is, life is like you make it, like I make it, like everybody makes it.

On the other hand, future is not in the stars, nor in the shape of the sheep guts, nor in the lines of the cafe's foam, nor in the tarot, nor in a glass ball... Future is not written, future is not decided, future is open and depends on many factors; the main factors are the work, the will, the effort, the mood, the hope, the self confidence... And there are other secondary factors like the chance, the coincidence, the random factor, the luck... But the most powerful luck is the endeavour.

Love is the medicine that cures all

"We must learn to live together as brothers or perish together as fools." - Martin Luther King, Jr

Every person has an infinite value and dignity despite his or her acts or words, and every person must be loved, with an objective and real unlimited love. I'm talking about the love in its genuine sense. The love is not always linked to the feelings or to the rewards. The love is only tied to the unconditional will of good for the person we love and for everybody. 

Every person has such a great value that no one could quantify it. This infinite value exists in spite of the ideas, opinions or feelings of milions of persons. The hate never is right not even when this hate emerges from milions of persons. The value and the dignity of every person is infinite whatever be the details of his or her character, of his or her acts, of his or her ideas, of his or her words.

And the actions of a person could be (or not to be) suitable acts because of his or her infinite dignity. If the persons didn't have dignity it would be natural acting without dignity. But because of his or her dignity, her or his acts must be right acts. But even though the acts of a person were not right acts, the dignity of this person would be infinitely great too; because the person is not her or his acts, the person (every person) is much more than her or his acts. Every person has born to love and to be loved.

Love is the medicine that cures all. And love can reach all his goals without limits or conditions, as long as these goals are positive. The only possible way of being for the Love is being unconditional. If love was not unconditional, it would betray itself. The essence of the love is being unconditional. Even though, sometimes, loving someone means turning away from someone. When we love we must face very different actions, sometimes approaching, sometimes turning away, sometimes rewarding (our children when they do well), sometimes punish them because we love them. But love is the door of the good towards the other people, and it dwells inside our deepest core. Many times love produces feelings, sweet and exciting feelings, but many times love also exists without feelings. The soft feelings are the flowers of the love. However, a plant can be alive without flowers, but a flower is dead without its plant. 

Here you have an example of how milions of persons can hate. Milions of persons, in spite of being a lot of people, are wrong, because everybody deserves be loved whatever their words be. Nobody has the right to judge anyone, and everybody, as a human being, must love each person, and respect each person with a real and objective love. Twitter can be a tool of injustice, and we must learn to live free of the opinions of others. Thanks to TED for this video:

http://www.ted.com/talks/jon_ronson_what_happens_when_online_shaming_spirals_out_of_control

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Playing in the corn's field...

At noon, or in the sunset, running and hiding in the deep and narrow spaces of a wide corn's field... this pursuit is a great pleasure. We enjoy the colours, the textures, the sense of mistery, the magical staging of a real place, of a alive spot, full of strange sounds, like the wind's moan.

The sky burns and the stars get born. There is a strange silence, nuanced with living breathes. Here you are a little bit of what I felt yesterday. 

Familiar Hawaiian party in FKK beach.

We love the whimsical beauty of the nature's shapes. And we feel they are whimsical because we are far too far from Earth. If someday all the people live far away from the wild nature, I want to be the last person to be removed from paradise. We have the paradise near, but we look for the paradise beyond the commercial offers and consumerist fakes. The biggest treasure is having nothing but wild nature. We live too fast. We live too stressed. The way of life we assume is often depressing. One thing leads to another. 
Every summer, I manage to scape from the burning hell of ambition. I try to add a little bit of magic to my life. In these days it is customary for me to explore new ways of beauty, and to join nature, and to breath freely. Going back to the nature is like pulling a cork from the bottle of the purest wishes. 
In holydays, my family and I usually come out of the civilitation's vortex and try to set our life loose. Sometimes it looks as though there was no getting out of dark civilitation smokes. But the strongest power lies in the imagination. And therefore we walk down the road where freedom is.

Our staying in a natural spot, in a FKK beach, on a familiar environment, far away from any profit-seeking mind... means a liberation. 
Some days ago, in the night, we organized a familiar hawaiian party. We were thousands of miles away from Hawaii, of course, but suddenly we felt as we were there, probably because we have only one Earth, and anyway all is connected. We sang, we danced, we prayed to the nature's powers, to the beauty's goddess. We wished love for all the human kind. We burned all the black thoughts. At the end, when we blowed out the candles, we asked a desire with every extinguished candle. It was a fancy and magic party.

Now, we are in the civilitation again, but we'll try to stay awake, to stay aware... working to bring nature's beauty back to our everyday.
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Much softer than any mirage your reason might elaborate...

Blue, green, gem's color, and the bronzish skin's tone that the Sun has loved, and the differential curve that time has established by the sheaf of genes and death.

Because the fact is that the death has sculpted the future; The death rapidly takes away the weakness that will never be transferred to children, the shapes Cosmos do not want, the ordination that doesn't worth.

The black angel of the nothingness is always forging the life, and life becomes stronger.

And the death has made the landscape of your skin as a gift for the life. And this landscape is the most beautiful landscape of all possible. And it is much softer than any mirage your reason might elaborate and your breath could ever design.

To be. Not to be. What I am is not the adjective that determines a code or a very specific act. I'm just a citizen, a primate, a person, someone as weak as you, someone who dreams dreams like you. What I am, is only me. And my people are the people that one day discover a dream, and that another day are not able to find it. I belong to the group of humans, and I see myself as one more monkey, a consciousness that thinks about the life from inside a body full of impulses.

The greatest fullness of beauty lays in the original Earth's landscape, especially in the times when we were not a plague yet; and this beauty lays in the invisible, and even greater, awareness too.

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Conversations between a puritan and an ordinary man (I)

-What are you doing?

-Nothing

-But you are naked!

-Oh yes! But I'm on the beach!

-But naked!

-Yes, because I usually take all my clothes off when I want to have a sunbath or when I want to swim in the sea. And I usually dress when I stay in the city, or when I go to work... mainly in my daily life.

-Then... you're a naturist.

-Oh no... What I am has no any special name. I'm just a citizen, an ordinary citizen.

-Really? Mmm... I call you “naturist” because you take your clothes off... It's a rational conclusion...  Once I read in a book "The silence of the lambs" that if you skinned your humps, I'd call you Buffalo Bill. I suppose every attitude needs a name.  

-I suppose people need to put a label on every behaviour they consider strange... But I have no any strange behaviour. Look around you, there are many different people: families, groups of friends, parents, sons, daughters, grandparents, children, couples... Some of them are naked, some others have a swimsuit... Most of groups are mixed, with one or two naked persons and one or two dressed. Everyone does what everyone wants. Usually, none of them think about sex or about any erotic issue when they are naked on the beach or when they see naked people here. Of course, as in other kind of beaches, there will probably be a minority of confused people, but it is not usual.

-Sure?

-Of course! Here, people swim, play, have a sunbath... Here, a nose is as sexy as a bottom is. Every body is just a point in the nature that remember us that there is a consciousness, a person... When someone assume naked bodies as a natural and current reality, and as a part o a human person, morbidity disappears and we are like children again. So... I'm not a naturist.

-But do naturist people exist?

-Yes, of course! There are many people who understand nudity as a way of life, but it is not my case, and I think that It is not the case of most people. If you ask all this people to explain if they are naturist or not, most of them will probably answer that they don't. The main power of the habit of the beach's nakedness lies on the people who enjoy nature without clothes and without any philosophy... only because they feel good and free. 

-Do you confess this... "habit" (or whatever you call) to your friends or known persons? Do you hide it? What's your attitude like?

-I treat this "current detail" of my life as any other current detail. I don't hide it because it's not a wrong behavior and because it is a releasing way of enjoying nature. But I don't speak about it as if it was an exotic behaviour or a secret... because it is absolutely normal, at least in my country, at least so far. People who live the detail of the nudeness in the beach as it was a secret, as it was the sign of a strange comunity are condemnig this natural and universal freedom to the drawer of the strange and minoritaries social groups. As Homo sapiens, we have the right to relate with our natural image without the stilted disturbance that a dark education causes. We have the right to live in the nature with the natural dress that universe once designed for us, and we have the right to teach our sons and daughters the joy of this freedom. Everyone must be able to do what everyone wants as long as his or her acts don't decrease the freedom of any other person. Nature is the wisest power of the univers, and it has designed the softest and prettiest dress for the warm and natural situations: the skin.