At dawn, light is blowing down darkness, and a new day is starting again.

About half way between Coll d'Estenalles and Coll d'Eres, there is a place where oak and pines trees stand under the early stars, while the sun is sinking behind Montserrat mountains. After walking through the forests of this area, we usually sit on the ground, and with the faces flushed by the last sunlight of the day, so red, we sing the songs we love the most. These are the deepest instants in life, perhaps the truest instants. The North wind cools us, however we wear suitable clothes, and despite the cold weather, we appreciate the harsh intensity of the forces of nature. We love the cold in winter, the heat in summer, the strong blow of the wind when it awakes, the silent falling of the snow in the heart of the forest, the loneliness of the wild valleys... The energy of the nature is not our enemy but our mother. We emerged from the strongness of this nature that we love, and we accept its power.

In this scenario, time stretches as if it were ethernal; perhaps because we don't think about time. We don't think about what existed before this instant and we don't think about what will exist after this instant either. The dazzling image of the sun dissapearing in the west like a red ball of fire reveals to us that we are in heaven, but we are in heaven not because of all these realities but because of our heart, our mind, our love, our way of thinking, our way of living, our lack of utilitarianism, our submission to the forces of nature.

Lately, we have become usual visitors of this countryside, and sometimes I think that the trees, the wild pigs, the hills, the winds... know who we are, and love us, and are glad to have us so near.

This place is the farest spot from fashionable people. It is a hidden place in the heart of the wild Earth, where the core of the existence lives naked, and so we can see it naked and clear as it is.

Some skin stone's tops cluster near this place. They are made of red rocks, and these rocks are made of thousands of more little stones. Below the tops, the trees cluster around the stone's hills, and from these trees, a wide and deep forest stretches like a green prayer rug. The big temple of the mountain embraces a deep silence, and only the wind, some animals, and our voices singing in the night, break the strong and peaceful stillness of the evening.

The distant image of the old monastery of Sant Llorenç is cast across the wood. There is a quavering light on its windows, and from there to us there is only the deep darkness of the tree tops in the night. Now, the ripples of the clouds are dyed red, and the wind blows stronger. Rosemary and thyme scents are sent up by the blowing of the wind. I put my hand on a rock and I feel it chilly almost as if it were ice. We sing a song and when we finish we flounder for a minute because we don't know what to do. Perhaps singing another song would be a good idea, or instead perhaps we should go back home. Suddenly, we discover we are not alone because somebody is coming down to where we are. He or she comes from the top of the mountain, and appears as a little point of light that grows as it gets closer. This man or woman crawls slowly as if it were a distant ship in the horizon of a dark and cold sea.

When we go away, and the night rules and goes by, the dew is going to moisten the leaves and the grass. Yet, at dawn, light blows away the darkness, and a new day starts again.

This forest is full of winding paths that guide toward magical places, isolated wells, little old churches, lonely and neglected old farmhouses, charmed palaces, deep caves... I specially want to talk about a cave, the dragon cave, whence many centuries ago, a dragon went out from the dephts of the Earth to eat whoever it found on its way.

Sometimes, I went into this cave, a crevice in the heart of a red stone's crag, and I have to say that I didn't find any trail of the dragon, but something inside me compells me to believe that it is real, and that I have to believe it exists. This narrow cave is dotted with inner crevices, and it has two holes as entry and exit. The dragons have some sort of magic that makes them glorious and therefore they usually appear in the armorial shields of many important families around the world.

These days, the days we go on a journey, a mountain trip, are very important because time tends to slip away. And when we decide to start a trip, a trip towards nature spots we have not to hope or to expect anything. We have to enjoy whatever we find whatever we live. If we imagine our trip before it starts, it doesn't quite live up to our expectations. To make the most of our journey, we have to enjoy what we find without expecting anything. Every day has a surprise, something to savour, a specific identity. Every trip is a gift, a mystery, a magic experience. Of course, we have to plan it out, but we have to keep a chance for the random factor. We have to have free time, a time without timetables or specific goals; a time to walk without any direction, discovering more than seeking, living more than thinking.

Many people cringe when they think about travelling without any safety. People put the comfort on top of all the goals in life, and they destroy any magic to be more comfortable and more safe. When magic dies life dies. And if we don't fight against the rut every day, we will mindlessly end up in the mind's jail where most people live. If we don't fight, we will succumb. Social pressure is far too strong.   
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The world is as our eyes watch it

I am a man that defends the right to be naked in the nature, and I'm not alone, there are many people, men, women, families, who defend the same right. We live feeling that nothing in our body or in the body of anyone has any strange sinful power; and in fact, nothing in human body has any strange sinful power. We live feeling that our way of feeling, and that our way of thinking, is the sanest way of living. Our life is as our thoughts are. Self-estim is an energy that lays at the back of our mind; we are not aware when it works. It is like the grass growing under a thick snow's fold in the coldest winters; grass grows and nobody sees it. The world is as our eyes watch it; the world is as our mind thinks it. If we realise that nothing in our body is sinful, it will turn out that loving human beings will be easier. If we realise that nothing in our body is sinful, it will turn out that being a kind human beings will be easier because we will love ourselves better, perhaps not stronger but better. If we, and our unconscious, realise that nothing in our body is a sinful reality, and if this body is never going to be obsessively concealed again, we are never going to chase naked images obsessively, because we will feel the whole human body as an unity, as an unified reality, pure, natural, and kind... And, above all, because we are going to focus upon the mind, the thoughts, the feelings of everyone, more than upon any other reality; because the mistery and the most alluring reality in human being will be the heart, and because the body will already be utterly assumed and included.

So... people who try to fight against what they call «sin», through concealing, repressing, and denying human body, what they really do is strengthening the erotism and the morbidness in human beings. The human victory is not hiding and denying the naked body, but discovering that a naked human body is a natural and spiritual reality, and that every human body is an icone that proclame the existence of a sacred and loved human mind.
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Our actual life hides in these foolish things.

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Take my hand, and I'll give my heart.

Today the Moon shines, big and bright.

Our greatest treasure
is the kindness that flies
where it wants;

the kindness that has made our core.
 

Everywhere
a pure soul
draws great designs.

The simplest things
are the most valuable jews.

I'm the owner
of the actions that I made
just because I like making,

I'm the slave
of the habits
that are suppossed to rule
the way I live.

Nothing of what I freely do
makes me different
to the most of the people.
Nothing of what I freely do
is lost forever.
Nothing of what I enforced do
does any good. 

We really live
when we enjoy the simple breaths
of our daily pace.

Our actual life, 

makes us deeply live.
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Most bonsais remain dwarfish. Bonsais are trees with their branches tied and stranded during their growing period.

I've been enjoying in catalan beaches for the last twenty-six years. In fact, I've been going to the beach every year since I was born, but, in the first twenty years, I can't say I enjoyed, because I went to the beach as a visitor; and I went there as a visitor because, among other reasons, I was dressed. Whalt Whitman explained it very well. 

In the first years of my life, when I was a little boy and I was with my family in the beach, some parts of my body were obsessively covered by a manufactered swimsuit made from oil derivatives. Yet the worst was not the discomfort of that garment, because at the beggining, I had not known yet the awesome feeling of nudity over my skin, and I could'nt compare. The worst was not the white marks under the swimsuit either. The worst were the invisible marks imprinted on my mind. The worst was the subtle lack of the whole human image, the lack of the original shape of human body on my mind, the lack of a reality that nature has engraved on the human mind since the beginning of time. The ban of a specific part of the body; as if it was a sin, as if it was damned, as if it was misterious... usually impacts the people in several different ways. People are diverse, and one cause can develop different consequences when it works over different people. But most bonsais remain dwarfish. Bonsais are trees with their branches tied and stranded during their growing period.

Soon, when I was ten or eleven years old, I went on my own to lonely beaches, and I tried to have a bath like the wild people I watched on TV documentaries and that I admired. Then, I discovered the sweet feeling of having my whole skin as if it was just one sense, a unity of perception, and I started to understand the meaning of being one with nature. 
 

In general, people repeat the habits they have learnt from their parents, and in many aspects of the relation with our own body, the human society hardly progresses. Not always but sometimes, the occultation of our own reality produces strange and disturbing imbalances on our desires. Some people live hiding their shameful desires; and these desires appear and grow in the inmost of these people, specially men, because of the banning of the image of the whole human body during the first years of their lives. The occultation of the human body develops a strange and strong attraction towards different and unsuspected fetish. Of course, not everybody commits antisocial acts because of a repressive education, but most men show a far too strong sexual tension, and some of them, a minority, sometimes, act in an unsuitable way with regard to sexuality. A society who faced their natural reality with more transparency and maturity, specially during the growing periods, would develop a saner attitudes and a less sexual disturbances. We could produce a statistical study on antisocial behaviors with regard to sexuality, and we would find out that the groups that mostly have sexual problems are likely those who have grown in a more body concealment, and in a more repressive environment. In point of fact, some of the men who approach to naturist areas ( a minority) are not really naturists but men with an strong wish of staring at nude women. They have grown in repressive environments and they feel they need to consume naked images, often compulsively. These men (mostly they are men) create confusion in the public eye, because their behaviours are not natural behaviours, and their attittudes are not naturist attittudes.

Society is not easily going to find a solution, because it should fight against cultural and religious pressures. If a society strongly decided to develop this new freedom's philosophy, some repressed people would use this freedom to release their tied drives and at the first conflicts, the enemies of freedom would ask again to restore the old prohibitions. Besides, there is the epigenètic matter, with its influence over the fears and the obsessions of people. The epigenetic produces the heritages of the fears (and other phenotypes) from the nearby ancestors. Therefore, the path of the freedom is full of difficulties, but if we overcome, at the end of the trip we are going to find a society free of their own obsessions; a naked body is not ever going to be a cause for an uncontrolled sexuality; when somebody will see a naked body, he are not going to see a sexual object but a person, a consciousness. Seeing nakednees will never be enough to be excited, because nakedness is the original and natural dress that Earth dressed for people. A naked human body will never be more a pornographic claim, but the icon of a sacred counsciousness.

Montcau. Climbing to the red mountain.

In the sunset, our mountain turns into a red goddess. Wind blows and the tree's branches sounds as waves noise. The more we forget all excluding the current instant, the more we live inside the current instant. It is a privilege to have so near this landscape and this goddess. 

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.

Everybody is infinitely valuous whether he knows or not.

War is alway a hell wherever it happens and whatever its goal be. Kindness always hides around wherever we are; even though we are in the war and in a place that somebody call "enemy land". There are different causes in a war, but there are no good or bad people only for having been born in a land or another. There are only people who kill and people who die. There are only people who suffer. Dumb minds turn people into saints or devils just because their nationality, their race, their ideas... Nobody chooses the place he o she is born. Nobody chooses the side of the war where his or her country fights. Human beings are more or less the same reality. Everybody loves, everybody cries, everybody fears, everybody needs to eat, to sleep, to live freely, to take care of his or her children. We are all miracles whoever we are, wherever we go. Everyone is a miracle. Everyone has inside the whole universe. Who mistreats anyone is mistreating the whole human kind. Everybody is weak whether he knows or not, and everybody is infinitely valuous whether he knows or not.

The strongest hope of human kind is the kindness imprinted in the hearts of the new generations that will come. Every new generation comes with the same blessed gifts inside. Of course, this new generation wears violence and hate's pulses hidden in any place of his luggage, but every mother and every father works with the best of his or hers to help his or her sons and daughters to develop the best of themselves. Life's evolution travels towards the consciousness, and willy-nilly, consciousness is going to develop love, empathy, happiness...

Sometimes I consider a brain as it was a radio or a TV. I feel as if counsciousness was always there, and we only needed a magical machine to lit it. A receptor that turned a misterious energy into thoughts, love, kindness... 

In any dark time or place in Earth, there are lovely people that exist to be loved and respected. In any culture, race, country... there are people who wish happiness and freedom, and we have to work for all the people, for the peace for all the people, and not only for our country or our culture but for all. If we love the people we meet anywhere, we are loving ourselves, and we are loving the whole human kind.  

Life is full of sacred foolish things, simple things, that draw the depth of the life; things that belong to our time and to our steps on the Earth. These foolish things built our happiness and the simplicity of our peace.