We shall overcome. We will win. We will save the Earth from the black storm of the avarice; and the sound of the streams will be heard everywhere again.

My sea is drawing corbes in every moment. Each line is the right line it has to draw. Beyond the water, light glances, and sea's surface is like a blanket of emmerald, and the shape it forms is like the skin of an eternal god.

The power that has designed this beauty is the same power that has dreamt of my shape. My true dress is not the tissue that some factory has made but the skin made by the universe in the Earth. If someone bans this image, a deep part of my mind will miss it strongly; something inside me will be sore; I'll have lack of some reality that perhaps I will not be able to define. I'll fear nudeness, I'll find it disgusting... so I'll be sore with a part of my self, with my own natural image. Something in me will not be natural, but I will not realise because everybody will be like me, everybody will have lack of the same reality, nobody will know they will have lack of this treasure. 

Some people have recovered this treasure, the self-esteem, the love for the natural dress that Earth has sewn for the Homo sapiens. Some people enjoy their free bodies in the beach and in the sea under the sun. They have been knowing their own image from they were children, and they don't think about sex when they see a natural human body. Society is ill, and it doesn't know. But one day, Human kind will turn its negative attitude into a human and soft relation with nature, with the Earth and with all the hearts. We shall overcome. We will win. We will save the Earth from the black storm of the avarice; and the sound of the streams will be heard everywhere again.

I love you! 

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Biarritz

When my head is tired, this same head saves me; dreams, fantasies, the paradise that I imagine. In any way,  all paradises are mind's imaginations, so that, when our mood is upset, we can live in our paradise. When my mind can no more, my heart saves me. When my heart can no more, my mind saves me. When neither my head nor my heart can  enough power to overcome difficulties, I still have the landscape to be free and to reject the god of the utilitarianism. I have seen too much death, and because of this sight, I feel that I must enjoy my life. Too many people have dead because of not enjoying life.  My heart deeply believes in what it does, so that, he still believes in miracles.  When my head is tired, Biarritz could be the landscape that gladdens my heart. And probably I don't see Biarritz as Biarritz is but as I imagine it. Biarritz is an imagined paradise where my head takes a rest. This is the reason why I like so much Biarritz, and this happens in life many times. We need a little bit of fantasy to gather strength to overcome our difficulties. I advise you to visit Biarritz, it is a jewel of the sea.

Biarritz has a fine architecture beside a sea that kisses its fronts. Biarritz has a lot of scents: creps, salt, waves, leaves, cakes, roses... The surroundings of Biarritz are full of woods and meadows, all is green and bright, and there is plenty of light everywhere.

Greetings!

The strongest power of the universe.

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May be for once,

the light of life is going to emerge

from Earth entrails.

How much do we own?

Wooing and dreams,

further the planned situation of the daily pace.

We live so few
years on this land,

that if we don't live all the life,

we lost the view

of the core, and we use the knife

of the golden thrustfulness

to trundle on.

And so... if the light of the life doesn't emerge from the Earth's heart,

we must track down the hiden gate of mankind.

I couldn't help but notice

the power of the cosmos's shape;

every line is made of love and hate.

But hate is an empty box of cold and darkness,

just to understand the light.

Existence is not a pink story of honey and sugar plum;

we're fire and rage,

and in the cage

of dreams is breathing the yearn of the years;

we are the strongest power of the universe.  

Jeremias. S.

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Really, fear is never right

Life's dignity borns from life's beauty. Life's beauty borns from life dignity. 

People are life's beauty. When there were no people on the Earth, Earth was invisible.

Johny Depp said that we can close our eyes to what we don't want to see, but we can't shut our heart from what we don't want to feel. Often I think people should value other people's feelings; people should recognize people's dignity. People are great. People are worth. All we should dare to watch those we don't want to see, because those realities will show us a part of ourselves. A part of ourselves lives outside us in the people we don't want to see, in the hearts we don't want to feel. And often we don't want to watch because we are afraid; we are afraid of losing the few we have. But I wonder if it's worth protecting the few we have and losing the dignity of loving so many people who need our voice, our claim, our work... or at least our friendship. What is life for if we lose its sense because of fear? Really, fear is never right; there's nothing to fear. If you are afraid, you are going to die. If you aren't afraid, you are going to die. Then, don't be afraid.

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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.

The sign of human identity.

I have no confidence on the people that call themselves "naturist" while they live obsessed by nude images. They seek naked pictures, they post this pictures in the internet, they idolize them... They even fill the internet with nude pictures of themselves in a lot of different positions. Some of these pictures are really pathetic and become indications of an unhealthy narcissism. This narcissism is a sexual imbalance, and of course it is not naturism. 

If we embrace the naturist's soul, the naturist idea, we don't need to fill the internet with nudity. Of course, we can add a nude image in an article or post; nakedness is a natural and innocent reality, and there is nothing wrong in posting natural and spontaneus nude pictures when this pictures are tied with the article or with the words we have written. What I think is wrong is to post an array of pathetic and  grotesque nude and erotic images ( or nude self-images of self-adulation); and this is wrong mainly because if someone does it, he (or she) is misleading the world.

I don't believe people who call themselves “naturist” and seek (and even demand) nude pictures. Nakedness is a natural and spontaneus and free reality that appears when naturist persons feel good because they are in a natural environment and because they feel that they wish to put their whole skin in a deep and direct contact with air, sun and sea... The relations between naturist persons are always intellectual, rational and human relations, even though when the naturist persons are naked. Nakedness is not a reality contrary to spirituality, or to brotherhood, or to rationality, or to emotionality... The naturism is incompatible with the morbid speculations and have no the aim of seeking erotic or porn images. Naturism is not a mirror, but an open window to nature, to sun, to sea, to life... The nakedness is not a goal, but a tool to get the unity with the natural reality, the Earth, and the universe; and to get a relationship of equality and transparency with people, accepting the beauty of the body as an ikon of a deeper and more beautiful invisible reality hidden inside everybody we meet.

Most naturist people understand this idea. They are not among the many users of the internet that think that nudity is sex. These users  are a minority, but they make much noise. They mislead society, because when people seek information about naturism they find the wrong and disgusting messages of those who think that nudity is promiscuity.

 We must leave the absurd sense of shame that embraces some people who feel embarrassed for telling everyone that they go to the beach without swimsuit. If this is not a bad practise, if we live in a democratic society, if we believe in freedom... why are we afraid of  expressing our point of view? Do people talk about policy, soccer, hobbies...? Then why don't we speak about what we like? Why do some naturist organize secret groups or closed societies? We must offer to the world the little part of diversity we are, and not hidding it.  

We must not attach importance to pictures, and we must attach more importance to the ideas and the words, and specially to the defense of the environment, and to the body and the landscape on their original state. This original state is the sign of the human identity, and the pledge of the freedom and the social and mental health.

Naturist people don't live in internet. They use internet, of course, but they are not obsessed with the idea of exhibit themselves in the internet. They enjoy in the beach, or in the mountain, or in the woods... or they sleep under the stars, or perhaps they are singing beside a campfire, or swimming in a river, or building sand castles in a beach with their families... They don't spend all their time in internet nor feel the wish of posting any kind of photo.