Children in cages

Children in cages,

and tyrants in the White House.

Smoke in suburbs.

Maroon velvet rugs under the feet of an artificial fool.

Children in cages and human beasts in the White House.

Those who have a sick soul inhabit the palaces of the republic.

The fighters languish in the suburbs.

Where have the America of California gone?

You no longer wear flowers in your hair.

You were afraid of the freedom of your soul

and you decided to imitate 

the decadent and unfair tawdriness of the Sun King 

and all the pathetic kings in the world

that are considered superior people.

Where have all the flowers gone?

They ripped them out of the earth 

and kept in the wicker basket 

of an old grandmother who had lost her head.

They now stink, and they will not be longer flowers.

Where is the harmonics of Key West?

Where does the girl with eyes of heaven live?

The girl who swam in the nude under the bridge of San Francisco?

She abhorred freedom because of a bad hangover,

and because of the silver mirrors 

with which they bought the sacred message of the Great Spirit.

Where are you John Sebastian?

Where did you leave the younger generation?

You don’t ask your darling to be home soon anymore.

You no longer stop your song in Woodstock to make the audience sing.

Where did you leave the spoon and the dreams?

Children in cages

Children in cages

Kids in cages and decadence in the White House.

Robert Conway, Shangrila, June 19, 2018

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The dark time

Image of Mario Modesto Mata from the wikipedia
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During the dictatorship of Franco, Spain was a land of legal murders and children's torture. The ideological heirs of Franco have still the power and refuse seeing into the criminal responsibility of that time. They even make fun of the people who was killed.

I’m going to write about the teachers of my parents. All that I’m going to explain is concerned with the teachers of my parents and generally the teachers of that time.

They used to use fear to convince the children. By terrorizing them, they got their obedience. During their childhood, those adults had been scared by authoritarian teachers, and they had grown up learning that their world was a wild forest of miserable people, and that only discipline and catholic education could save them from human hell. When Franco took power they discovered themselves as teachers, and they applied what they had learnt according to the ideology of the time. As children they learnt that if they wanted to be fair people, they should obey and accept their grey and boring fate.

Besides, they were slaves of the image as the whole society was. They should take care of the image they showed to people, the image that sorted everybody, and that decided who was honorable and who was a shameful citizen. Teachers taught their pupils to live according the dictatorship of image and prestige.

The main tool of the teachers of my parents was violence. They believed in violence; the violence of the punishments, the violence of their religious ideas about the hell and the devil, the power of the blood. «The words are taught through blood» they used to say.

They screened these cruel ideas upon the minds of the children, and this screening worked not only through what teachers talked to them but what they didn’t tell them either. Silences were as loud as shouts were. Screams were the usual poetry of the imperfect children. Those educators were ill; their minds were as ill as the society where they had grown up were.

Today we can talk about their deep mistakes: their obsessive separation between girls and boys, their insane fear of sexuality and nakedness, their neurotic fight to reach the perfection in the goal of achieving the order in life and things, in the timetibles, in the way that they wanted everyone to dress, in the way they wanted everybody to speak, walk, play, dream, live...

Their pedagogic lines consisted in memorizing more than understanding. It happened that many times not even the educators understood the core of what they taught.

Since 1939, and during decades, most teachers were settled by the government of Franco. They were young adults, eighteen years old sometimes, and they were sent to thousands of towns and villages down the poor and devastated Spain after the civil war. By that time, thousands of old teachers had been killed due to their republican ideas.so that either the teachers that remained working or the new and young teachers were all keen on the dictatorship, or they tried to seem so at least. There were terrible injustices, like the teacher that was condemned to death for having taught about the reproduction of donkies, or many other teachers who were killed for having been talked to the children about freedom and resistence against the fascism. So teachers who survived were like scared sheep obeying an evil wolf, or maybe evil sheep worshipping an even more evil wolf. Since that time, two or three generations of people have been educated wallowing in the darkness of an evil society, learning to close their mouths, to obey without claiming, to value their survival more than the quality of their life, to distrust freedom or anything related to freedom.

It was a sad time. Nowadays education is much better.

Vine and thoughts

A free mind will unroll an endless succession of magnificent possibilities. The completeness of our life will be transformed when we decide to release our mind, live in a free way, and reach our highest dreams. Give yourself a dream, and you’ll be giving yourself a reason to live. Our mind’s change will open up whole new worlds for us. Now it’s time to sit up in our chairs; it is even a time to stand up, and walk, and move award, and be brave, and peaceful. Many people is given to decaying, drifting by the seamares, giving up, being torpid, depressing by what they feel as a nonsense life. We have our treasure inside us, in the way we see our life, but we have to go ahead and breath the clean air of the wild landscape. The wild landscape is the book where we can read the secret of the happiness, our «homesoul», the mother of our blood. We had scarcely been born when somebody decided to prevent our lives from wallowing in the wild nature, in the mud, in the cold water, in the earth... We had scarcely started to walk when somebody compelled our steps to follow the written rules of the civilitation, far away from our homeland, far away from our true core. We had scarcerly reached the age of the matureness when somebody forced us to be afraid of living, and by fearing life we started to be invisible slaves of the civilitation’s pace. We have to solve this drama by ourselves; our life is in our hands; our freedom is the power that makes the bricks of the «Freedom Human Being Building»; our bravery is our main weapon; our loving to life is our strongest energy. And somewhere about there is somebody who thinks the same; somewhere about there are a bright sun, a wide sea, a fresh and clean wind... But somewhere about there are slaves too; a dim reality that languishes in the darknes of slave minds. Don’t let them sink us. We have not to fight them with our violence either with our agressivity; our way of fighting is going ahead with our heart full of peace and hope.

I like staring at the red and gold leaves of the vines, arriving to a little village and going to any staminet to have a drink. Then I usually play a song with the guitar, and sing any song rooted in the season and the spot. I like the unknown songs of the country (any country); the songs that made cry people many years ago; people who is already dead. I like the songs that make still cry the invisible beings that stand around us and that come to listen to me. I feel the nearness of them, their love and their feelings. Singing gives me more energy than any pill or therapy. Singing is a way of speaking with God and with the people who have already gone. Singing is not just a hobby either a way of cheering a party; singing is a tool to talk to a world that exists beyond our universe and our time.

A lot of people make a mistake when they think about singing and performances as if these were simple ways of wasting time; they usually pay attention on the resplendent neons names of the streets, the false glare of the fame and the fortune that the civilitation values as if these were all in life. They watch and assume the wrong glistening of the act of singing, a lie that the mass media repeat and repeat till people strongly and wrongly believe. But singing is much more and inner. Singing is a treasure for every person, as praying is too.

The life of the power lovers becomes empty and stale. Power rots its slaves and feels even more hungry. Power slaves usually get blind; they reach the starkest grotesqueries decaying thinkers that once were bright can reach. We have to be humble and we have to be dreamers. We have to live with the idea that we are wooing thousands and thousands of human beings that one day will receive the fruits of our creations. The most tiny job is a path towards the creation. The most simple verse can carry news from the angels. The more we love the more the world will be saved. We always live in a twilight. The light of a dying sun is always yelding its beauty and singing a soft and peaceful song of hope. We live always waiting for the time we will live and stay in the land of the freedom. We were born for the freedom. We must not live like dozing car drivers along the road of existence; there are too many stars above. We must not let ourselves lost such a lot of beauty. We have to go ahead with our mind full of hope while the world thunder by. Our being has to be a peace’s refugee. We have to receive our fellows as the lull between a stale gaiety and a cold egotism. We have to enjoy the healthy taste of the existence by freely living in touch with the wild nature and the invisible beigns around us. The streets, the corners, the squares, the lights of our towns are full of lovely invisible forces that love our existence and inspire creations. The smart sense of the existence push towards the peace and the empathy of everybody. Justice is not a word that asks for revenge or punishment but an absolute liberation from the evil and the emptiness. Punishments just add more evil and don’t solve anything. No one understands love through punishments, on the contrary, many people get more and more harsh, blind and agressive. Only love can create love. Only thoughts can change thoughts. Only peace can develop peace. Of course, I’m not talking about general solutions for a whole state but about individual attittudes. The completeness of the individual attittudes is the power that can change the world.

Sheeps

When I was born, they had already decided how I should be, what I must do, what I had to believe, how I was going to dress, to speak, to smile, to walk, to look... They designed a world to turn me into a sheep, a good and obedient sheep, a beautiful and traditional sheep. They drafted glorious declarations of honour and dignity to dress up the slavery in which all the sheeps were going to live. The sheeps were born, grew up, worked, married, had children, got old and finally died. The sheeps only thought to unwind from their tedious lives. Their thoughts were tolerated if they were silent and quiet. The sheeps were allowed to enjoy culture and arts if they priorized the needs of the productive system. There were big stadiums where the sheeps were able to shout and scream like crazy beings to unwind from their apparent empty lives.

Sometimes some sheeps were different. Sometimes some sheeps were black. Sometimes some sheeps were not like they were supposed to be. Everybody needs a little bit of freedom sometimes, but some sheeps need to be free always. The rulers of the society said that those sheeps were like cancerous cells, because society needs the self-deny of every sheep to achieve greater goals, but those sheeps said that they were no tools of a greater being but already great beings. They said that every sheep is a goal itself, and that nobody should treat any sheep as if it was a cell or a tool. These sheeps lived trying to do what they liked to do, and... even though they tried to earn a livelihood for their children and to improve their world... they also said that they had been born to be free and to create.

Children know that the only good attitude in learning process is not fearing of making oneself ridiculous.

Some people think that all in life is a competition. For instance, when they are drawing or painting, they always compare themselves with the great masters of painting, and many times they feel themselves as losers. And when other people are drawing, (and mostly the other people don't draw as good as them) they compare these other people with the great masters of painting too, and most times they criticize them and tell them to drop this hobby because they say they make themselves ridiculous.

People that despise those who are not genius can't assume the painting or any other hobby just as a pleasure, or just as a way of enjoying... or expressing oneself... or being in life. They think that all the people have the same sense of ridiculous they have, because they consider that all the things we decide to do in life must be tools to win, to beat, to look, to captivate, to dazzle... They live as if life was a showcase where the genius should be contemplated and admired, and they think that people who are not genious should hide their works in a drawer to not make themselves ridiculous.

This attitude shows a deep and strong self-worship, because they dream about hovering over people, and therefore they criticize those ones who dare to show they works. They feel the works of the other people as threats. They feel that the people who enjoy practising the same hobby than them are competitors or opponents, and first of all, they despise and compel them to drop their hobby to feel safer.

But life is a learning process, and children know that the only good attitude in learning process is not fearing ridiculous, and daring to show and to enjoy our works and our progress. No child feels bad when he or she makes a mistake in his or her first words. And he or she hasn't even learnt to read or write yet. Life is too short to be shy or to be slave of our fears, or even worse... to be slave of the fear to make oneself ridiculous. If we fear, we are not free. If a little child feared to start to speak, he would never start to speak. Life is too short to listen to those who think than life is a competition and a fight to dominate or being dominated.

Anyone is capable of anything, if he or she dares to chase his or her dreams, and if he or she spares no effort to fight against his or her own despondency, and if he or she specially does their hobby to enjoy and not to be conceited.However, it's not always that easy to ignore the harsh words of those who despise our work and our happiness; but, if we want to be free, we must forget them and their poor words. They usually are envious and jealous, and they know it. They know their own weakness and they feel sad for it. The attack is the way they try to compensate their painfull feeling. Their mainly envy our freedom and our happiness.

On the other hand, there always will be harsh people, moron, unsensitive, intolerant... Bring it on! But our life is ours, and we must be free. At long last, some sweet and foolish things make our life worth, the simple and foolish daily things that bring back magic to us. No matter if we are not the best painters, the best writters, the best singers or actors... We must paint, write, sing, play, have a bath in a lost corner of the nature (like you can see above in the photo)... The life is made of all the foolish things that make us happy.

So... go ahead!   

Falling in love with the inmost of the human beings

If we deeply understood the fact that we are going to die (that, in fact, we are dying), our life would be happier. I think everybody knows what experiences makes him or her happy, but the fears compells us to chase unsuitable goals: obsessive safety, glory, prestige, fame, fortune, the gleaming of a life that looks golden. These goals have a price; and this price is often too expensive. First of all we usually unconsciously despise the feelings of others. Of course, we are likely going to say that the feelings of the people are worth, and that we have to take them into account; but in the inmost of our minds, we live only for us, everyone lives only for everyone. The «others» are often a path towards our own happiness; and we don't know this harsh reality, because lies in a hidden area of our heart, but we are this way.

The greatest miracle starts when we deeply enjoy the happiness of the others as this happiness was ours. When this happens, we don't need to loose our life to reach the glory because we have already the glory everywhere. We are not going to need to beat anyone because we are going to wish only his or her friendship, only his or her companionship.

I sometimes think of those strange men who wander some naturist beaches of my dear land seeking naked female bodies. They wander and wander seeking those views that some bad educators banned them in their first years of life. Those strange men seek just images, and they disregard a reality infinitely worther and more delicious than the naked images. This worther reality is the human inside, the personality, the mind, the heart, the kindness... They incommode the most of the women they stare at. They show themselves as odd human beings, and they make a fool of themselves by showing their obsessive desire. They are victims of the repression. If they fell in love with the inmost of the human beings, whether men or women, whether smart or more common, they could overcome this bad attittude, and they would discover the most delightful beauty. They could enjoy the body's beauty without separating it from the mind's beauty, because in fact, human beings are just one reality.

Fortunately, in the naturist beaches, year after year, there are fewer and fewer men like those. However, in the whole society many people have still inside the stamp of the embarrassment on their minds. This retrograde attittude specially controls the souls of the people who dwell in islamic countries. This hiding of the human reality, of our own reality, is a cold sort of violence, a silent tyranny. The more the people's knowledges grow, the more this bad habit dissappears. The human future will be free. The future human kind will be wiser and kinder. I'm sure.

I love this Berlin. Berlin Wall East Side Gallery.

Because I love freedom, and I believe in individual freedom. Because I find beauty in the chaos. Because I think that another world is possible... I love Berlin.

Because I hate the walls, and because I love the people who overthrow the walls and then turn it into artworks... I love Berlin.

Because I love the woods, the immense woods inside the towns... and the snow in winter, and the children making an snowman... I love Berlin

Because I like the people who condemn the past of their country and proclaim the right to the freedom for everybody... I love Berlin.

Because I believe in the anarchy in the painting lines, in the colors, in the urban beauty, in the open minds, in the life's pace... I love Berlin.

Because the current Berlin is the hell of Hitler... a town where a girl can kiss freely a girl in a subway car, where a black boy kiss a white and blonde girl, where people of different races and typologies going out to have a good time in saturday night... a Berlin enemy of obedience and uniformity... I love this Berlin, deeply German and deeply human. 

Ich bin ein Berliner!  

A God above all the religions

I've always had the feeling that someone, or something, protects me and helps me. I also feel that this misterious reality let me free. It doesn't directly guide me, but it seems to softly push me towards the situations or spots it wants. Some times I find the book I need, a book that tells me what I need to understand in that moment. Other times I find a movie, or a human being, or a word, or a text, or a quote... The precise help I need. In the middle of the catastrophe, a strange and deep silent merriment floods through me and goes into my mind besides the pain of the situation. It allows me to be quiet and to have confidence on existence. In the awckward situations, I have on the back of my mind all day not only a nagging but also a strong safety, a deep comfort, a singular sensation of not being alone.

And I don't believe in any particular religion; I have no reasons to believe in old and non verified doctrines that suddenly in the history have developed violence, intolerance, impositions, crimes, manipulation... The true God, if it exists, is likely above of all that sort of anthropomorphism. This God (if it exists) has created men and women with all their animal skills, their shortcomings... so this God is also responsible of the human acting, and this God will attract all human beings, all the consciousness toward the right construction of themselves, without rejection, without sentences. Some integrist people grunt when they read my words, but when I writte all this words, I feel wide awake.

People fear to deny what society, parents and teachers have been teaching them during the whole life. They feel guilty if they leave the believes of their ancestors, but they should realise that our first duty is to be faithful to the truth, to the freedom, to the love... and in the past, the human minds suffered from the worst sickness people could suffer: ignorance. And not only from ignorance but also from tiranny, from manipulation... Ignorance was the handle where the powerful men seized the human lifes to guide them towards slavery and submission. So... I am not faithful to the faith of my ancestors but to the ideas that make people free and empathic. I believe Jesuchrist was just a man, and no more than a man; it turns out a clear evidence if somebody reads the bible. Even the very Christ believed he was jus a man, and not a God. I don't feel bad for thinking it. If Jesuchrist was really God and I was wrong, would be he a kind being if he sentenced me to the hell for not having believed in him as a God? Was God a good being if he sentenced someone only for his or her way of thinking? The God that the Bible describes is a being full of hate for those who doesn't believe... a God much more similar to a frantic man or woman than a being full of love and wisdom. I don't believe in this false and anthropomorphic God, because God has created the sex the nakedness, the happiness, the freedom and the peals of laughter... The true God is awesome and free, and he or she is falling in love with freedom and tenderness. I am happy for feeling this God so near.

I'm not a perfect being, but I 'm happy and I love this true God, creator of music and sunsets, poet and lover, mistress and rambler, artist and child... this is the true love, very different to the eerie being invented by people with violent heart. The invented God gives me the creeps, and the hairs of the back of my neck prickled when I think of this bloodcurling being. How can anyone think that this Biblical monstrosity could have create all the love and the beauty of the universe? How can anybody think that this punisher of its own shortcoming creatures could have thought all the greatness of nature?

I walked once by the green meadow of the dear land of Scotland and heared the sound of the pipes on my mind. Then I thought of all those dear people that have been born and that have died on this lovely land during the long history of human kind, and I realised that the punishment and the violence is not the truth. Further the legality and the revenge, beyond the physical and animal reasoning, there is a hope, a deep hope that has its foundations in a misterious reality that guides and loves all of us. This reality is not Jesuchrist, and therefore, I'm not christian, I don't belong and I don't want to belong to any christian church. I believe in a misterious God that embraces all of us, a true God very different to all the invented gods of the human history. A God above all the religions. This is my evidence and my merriment.

We can't change the world, but if we change our mind, the world changes

If only changing the mind was so easy like swapping a hat for a bonnet! And the mind is all. We know the world through our mind. We live in the world our mind choose. We can't change the world, but if we change our mind, the world changes. I like chuckling at any funny anecdote my son or my daughter explains me. Laughing is a healthy activity that compels our mind to change. Truth hides inside the gladness, and also hides in the braveness of those who fight to be happy and to give happiness to somebody. We should merrily be aware of the privilege that existing means. Our life is the slice of love that the misterious power of the nature gives us. Some times I stop and, to my amazement, I realize I exist, and I realize things exist. I realize that there are existing things. Perhaps, you will think this assertions are platitudes, but I think that most people are not aware of the unusual fact of existing.

Nowadays, people suffer from a stack of worries out of the physical values that guide human life. Society compels us to chase empty goals, to esteem richness and power as if these were the reason of our existence. This wrong race is the main cause of such a lot of dissatisfaction. If our mind was a body, nowadays it would be gasping for breath, because the society's press is so strong that we usually act like puppets in a punch's theater.

Too many people live with fears nagging at the back of their mind all day: mortgages, debts, frustrated expectations, anxiety... Life should be easier than all these concerns. We can choose our life but we have to be brave. The strongest bravenes is the capacity of travelling against the society's wind, but all the great conquests come from a brave soul.   

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.    

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!   

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.

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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Every person has the right to enjoy and to discover the deep beauty of the nature and its strong kindness.

Searching out the lost misteries in the old and alive sea.

Playing in the water as if we were playing with an old and venerable father.

Joining to the sea without any piece of clothes.

Enjoying this feelings and attittudes

not because we want to embrace a new an strange way of life

but because of our natural and ordinary way of life.

We are not weirdies, we don't belong to any group.

We are individuals belonging to many different social and cultural groups.

We have different political and religious reviews.

We belong to the whole society, and we want to improve the conditions of freedom in the whole society. We don't want a right just for a group but for every person in the society. Every person has the right to enjoy and to discover the deep beauty of the nature and its strong kindness.

We don't want human kind to be a plague of persons without love of nature, without love of freedom, without love for people...

Our image or our way of dressing doesn't make us this way. Our way of life, of loving, of watching life and nature, of breathing, of being free... makes us this way.