Comfortably Numb.

There is this occasions, when we see each other together, under the travelling movement of the train, that it’s impossible not to firmly feel the content under my heart.

Together, our eyes are our mouths; Silence and gazes our words; Touches are the expressions; And Breathing is what we use to count our Time together.

The moment when our hands touch, when our lips touch each other skin, when I smell her essence, when I feel the skin of her neck and watch those two beautiful pools of fire, that burn under the passion of love, care, fear, truth, doubt and affection, feeding that furnace of life that feeds her heart and her perfect and beautiful body.

How it is that one could ignore the perfection that sits right in front of him? How could one dare to ignore her chant, the same chant that work like spells, and that if were filtered and distilled, would become liquid forms of love potions?

Our encounters are blissful moments, blessed by Mother Nature herself. The way how she transmits her understandings, her passion, her love, her memento, transforms her into a powerful force and companion, which one feels that it can’t lose, or everything will fail. And everything will be lost. But not everything…

Because her breathing still breaths in the wind. The water of her eyes is still found under the calmest of the waters. Her sounds, her words, everything from her, I found it wherever I go. Each corner I take. Each tree I touch. Every moment I think, I see her. I feel her. I’m numbed by her.

Love is like a drug.

"It's just, your love is like a drug."

The more I see her, the harder it gets to be without her. Her perfect trimmed dark hair. Her eyes, those pools of love and energy. Her body. Her touch. Her words. The moments. The pauses. The time. It all seems so short, so fast, just like an adrenaline rush.

Quotation III - Walk your path.

As a single footstep will not make a path on the earth, so a single thought will not make a pathway in the mind. To make a deep physical path, we walk again and again. To make a deep mental path, we must think over and over the kind of thoughts we wish to dominate our lives. - Henry David Thoreau

Less is more.

Destination?

In the society of today, considering as normal the use of German national socialist symbols during Carnival, it’s something that one might consider sick. But it does happen. It also happens that some parents think that this it’s normal, even though their child knows what that kind of representation despites. One with some reason in their head would never, and I mean NEVER consider using any kind of symbol that could be associated to some of the biggest crimes committed by the mankind.

The further we go forward, the stranger our society tends to go. So, for some, it’s normal the situation described on the above, but it’s not normal to give a family to a child, even though we are talking about same sex parents. For some, wearing a swastika in a “pretend” party its normal, but it’s not normal that a girl or women can say no to a men. It’s normal to have Franco t-shirts scattered around big stores for sale, but it’s not normal that one can be transgender. And for some, its normal to have Mein Kampf published, but not normal to read about the mysteries of the Universe.

The more we go forward, the more it seems that we go back. So, at the end of the day, the question that matters is only one: where the heck are we going to?

Quotation II

Simplicity is natures first step, and the last of art. - Pahillip James Bailey

Purpose.

Wake up, brush your teeth, go to work, spend 9 hours doing probably something you don’t like, get back home, eat, sleep. Repeat.

In the between of what we call routine, we try to create an alternative life, from what our society has programmed us to do. We try to relax, but only to fall in the grips of TV and social media. We try to have a walk, but the car it’s much more comfortable when is 5ºC outside.

We look at this painting every single day through our mesmerized face in the mirror, and more than once, we wish that today could be the last day. For some it is. You wake up, and hear that Mr. J. was gone at the age of 34. You see that Ms. M, died at 54. And you see yourself dying second by second, minute by minute, hour by hour. You see “your” Routine taking your vital energy from you; sucking all the energy from you. And, you accept it.

Honor those brave souls who kicked out the death grips of Routine, those who depart early, eager to live, without knowing that they were the ones who were really living a a real life.

Is Life art?

If art is creation, then Life is art, and the Universe its creator.

Quotation I

“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms.” ― Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods