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.

They are my children too

  image cc-by-2.0 by Irish Forces in wikipedia

My friend is dying in Siria,
he didn't choose to be born there.
My little son is in the water
trying to swim and survive.
My daughter is crying in a ruined town.
she is terrified because of the bombs.
She has seen a baby dying drenched in blood
and nobody knows it

It turns out that I was born in a Human and European society.
A wall was shot down,
a new world started,
but now, somebody is thinking about arising
a new battlement,
as if beyond our lovely Europe
there were no human beings.

The capitals are free,
and free is the richness,
and free is the protocol,
and the damned neckties of the distinguished gentlemen
who have built the Europe of the financial powers.

I don't want money, nor richness, nor comfort, nor posessions...
I beg the life and the happiness of my children
who are dying in the mediterranean,
in the borders, in the war.

Because they are my children too,
and if they are not alive,
if they have no their life,
I'm not alive, we are not alive.

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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Drops

Three drops are falling from a cloud. They are rushing towards land. They are having a row while they are going down. Therefore, they rank their own importance, the importance of each one, to decide who rules, who obeys, who owns more grams of surrounding air while they are falling, who has the right of being the first one in turning into ice's stone when environment causes hailing. They have a hard time because their discussions. They usually feel bereaved, humiliated... and they eventually say that the life is a shit.

All this happens few instants before their dissapearance, before their fusion with the earth. They are bound to seep into the earth, and to travel towards the currents who are going to push them towards the sea. Not even they know that the sea exists. Not even they have looked at the clouds. When they think about the landscape below them, they tremble and change the subject.

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In the human dephts, we have a lot of happiness to come.

Like an iceberg. Every human being is like an iceberg. The ice dazzles on the water, filling up its transparent soul with sunlight and beauty, but under the sea, the iceberg is bigger and more awesome. Nobody see into its enormity. Sometimes, its external beauty misleads human mind as if the deep beauty was all the beauty, but inside the ocean, a hidden heart beats and holds its whole life. The iceberg is cold and frozen, but the human being is warm and sacred. The human heart resides in the intimate nest of its invisibility. When we stare at a person's body, we don't see the deepest and most beautiful part of his or her core. What we see is nice but what we don't see is awesome. Sometimes, our eyes mislead us, and we need a heart to see better. “Here is my secret. It is very simple. It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; What is essential is invisible to the eye.” Saint Exupery wrote. And it is not only poetry. Some people reject what they don't understand or what they have known through the dark filter of the testosterone. Sometimes, some human lifes live as if they were no human beings, as if they had no a deep and strong mind to understand the most essential roots of freedom and happiness. Happiness and freedom, like icebergs and human beings, have their cores under the clean and shinning waters of a enormous ocean. Rejecting what we don't see means renouncing the humankind's lost treasures, and, in the human depths, we have a lot of happiness to come.

 The most beautiful reality of a person lives inside him or her, but we shouldn't be afraid of the external beauty. The beauty our eyes can see is an ikon pointing further than itself. The soft shapes of a nude body are metaphors of an invisible energy, of a deep and sensible consciousness, of a pure and lovely mind that needs to be loved. All we need is love; a love that works beyond the interest; a love that loves the hidden part of the iceberg and that only enjoys loving the whole person, and loving his or her life, his or her rights, his or her future, his or her well-being.

To go out in the night.

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(This is a practice of my english classes)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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To all the posts about naturism

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When a child dies, there's no reasons to justify this drama...

  (Image used by Angeles Reyes Ridgeley, in the article: Israel loves palestine movement. 

Ángeles, if you don't want I use this image, tell it me, and I remove it, thanks!)

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When a child dies, there's no reasons to justify this drama... No matter if this child is from Israel, from Palestina or from Germany... There is only one true homeland, the country of the persons who love persons. All the governments has the duty of solving the problems through dialogue. Violence only produces more violence. If we injure someone because we have been attacked, this someone will attack and injure us because we have attacked him, and we will attack him again because he has attacked us, and probably we will injure other people that also will attack us, and we will attack again... and this chain reaction will grow and grow and grow... and many innocents will die. Of course, there are some places in the world where the hate is like the mist that cover the landscape... but this drama doesn't give anybody the right to kill anyone. We can't stop the war with a worse war. The war is the worst shame of human kind. We belong to the childrens homeland. Human beings belong to the childrens homeland. The enemies don't exist, sadly we discover this reality when we see that they are dead. Those who we call "enemies" are persons that need happiness, and freedom, and a dignified life, to feed their sons and daughters, to give an education to their sons and daughters, and to live in peace. They need to share their culture, their artistic expressions, their deep thoughts, their human richness... Everybody needs everybody. There is enough space to live everybody freely without violence, we only need to sit and talk without endless ambitions, without infinite rancor, for our children, for the future. Every child has an endless dignity. Every person has an infinite value. We can't live in peace inside our heart if we kill somebody. None nation can be a free nation if bases its raison d'etre on the injustice or destruction of other nations. All the nations has the right to exist and to be free. All of them have to have a land and a state. Israel must exist. Palestina must exist. It is not so difficult. We only need (everybody needs) turn off the hate, destroy the weapons, talk, speak, dialogue, grant (everybody), generously grant, understand, be human beings, be persons more than state machinery... We must work to achieve a righter world for everybody, with democratic education, with tolerance, with respect, with social equality... we must leave fundamentalisms, dogmas (any sort of dogma). We must only have one dogma: Love, love, love, love... We are all persons.

These are some of the children who died last weekend in Palestina. They are not only numbers, they are not cyphers... they had a name, an smile, a way of look, a way of talk. They had hope. They were eager to live. They could not run away from the only land they owned. They died but their lifes has an infinite value. Those who have killed them don't know what they have done... If they knew it, they would go mad by the pain.

The life of these children are so important as the life of the killed persons of Israel... all the lifes have an endless dignity... and we need to live in peace... The only enemies are those who kill.

Ahed Atef Bakr, 10 years old

Zakaria Ahed Bakr, de 10 years old

Mohamed Ramez Bakr, de 11 years old

Ismael Mohamed Bakr, de 9 years old

Hussam Ibrahim al-Najjar, 14 years old

Anas Alaa al-Batash, 10 years old

Qassi Isam al-Batash, 12 years old

Qassem Jaber Adwan Awdeh, 16 years old

Saher Abu Namous, 3 years old

Ghalia Deeb Jabr al-Ghanam, 7 years old

Nour Marwan al-Najdi, 10 years old

Bassem Abdelrahman Khattab, 6 years old

Yasmin Mohamed Mutawaq, 4 years old

Abdullah Ramadan Abu Ghazal, 5 years old

Seraj Ayad Abed al-A'al, 8 years old

Mohamed Ayman Ashour, 15 years old

Bassim Salim Kawareh, 10 years old

Mousa Habib. 16 years old

Dunia Mehdi Hamad, 16 years old

Mohammed Areef, 13 years old

Amir Areef, 12 years old

Ibrahim Masri, amb 14 years old

Nidal Khalaf al-Nawasra al-Meghazi, 5 years old

Salah Awwad al-Nawasra al-Meghazi,

Ranim Jawde Abdel Ghafour, 18 months old

Fatima Mahmoud al-Hajj, 12 years old  

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Some photos of the life under the sea in Cala Fonda

I had already talked about this beach in these previous post: 

 A radiant day in Cala Fonda

Cala Fonda (or Waikiki). Those who love this land reach this land as this land is; and love this land, as this land is.

It is Cala Fonda (also called Waikiki), and it is one of the most beautiful naturist beach of Catalonia.

Today I've been taking some photos of the life under the sea. I've chosen some of them to put in this post. At the end of the undersea photos there are some images of the beach. I hope you like.

What we have only had

The clock is ticking.

We don't know, but on our hands there is only wind. 

We strongly catch this or that wish, as if it was the most important matter in life. 

Then everything stops, and we realise that we have only had love.