Concealment perverts whereas knowledge and freedom civilize.

As well as surviving, I'm trying to live. Well... In fact, I could say: As well as trying to live, I'm surviving, because the goal of our life is not surviving but living. As well as walking safely, I'm walking freely.  What good would it be to walk (even to live) if we didn't walk (or live) freely?

Our societies are full of frightened people; frightened and sluggish. They fear trying new experiences, changing outdated habits, fighting for higher freedom. They are sluggish because they preffer to stay in their humdrum life's style than to improve their sanity by leaving old and obsessive impositions. 

I have just come from paradise, a place where people is in harmony with their own body and with the body of the other human beings. The validity of the monstrous repression of the moral doctrines of the big religions has expired. Human beings can live without a continual battle against their naked bodies. The knowledge and the usual seeing of naked human bodies doing natural and familiar activities get the sanity for all the human minds that grow in these circumstances. Concealment perverts whereas knowledge and freedom civilize.

Do you like being naked?

-Oh! You like being nude! Isn't it?

-No... In fact, I never think about being nude... What I like is feeling the Sun, the wind, the sea... on my whole skin as it was just one reality... I like doing it while I smell the pines and hear the wave's sound, and fill myself with such a beautiful landscape... If I thought I had to be nude... or if I wished the idea of being naked... I would lose all those perceptions

The little foolish things of life are the core of our life:
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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.

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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Marla. A pure place of Euskadi.

Marla.

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

A meadow, down, between atlantic forests. 

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

One of the few lonely places of Jaizkibel.

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

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

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Bright day of beach!

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

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

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

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

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

These images were taken yesterday in Cala Fonda. 

I hope you like. 

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

 Loneliness.

Wide and green rice's fields.

Vast expanse of sand and sun beside the sea.

Lonely beach that smells of salt and grass.

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

The auditorium of the waves and the birds.

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

My voice and my guitar were scattered through the waves.

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

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

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

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