Possibly Could Be

Just one day as it comes, when we think everything is under control, one more day trying to imagine the whole understanding of our own scenario. The outbreak of several disasters around are transmitted in the form of news, in the media, everywhere you look or put the ear on there's a caos waiting to be revealed. So we capture our daily existence into an armoured space even if we know that our capsule is going nowhere. But we remain happy in the hole as far as we stay safe and a million miles away from that pain, danger, suffering knocking our conscience... I do wonder whether that capsule keeps us protected or not, maybe it does, but as far as I know, there's a place called "world" out there and I'm not sure we really get to know it before moving our last step forward... inside the capsule.

Every morning awakening is a new chapter in our lives, purposely coming full of intentions. Life is an intention within itself. The musts ,  have tos  and shoulds we daily face in our professional and personal scenarios deal with that need we all have of systematically knowing what's coming next. Sometimes we get a very clear vision of that projection we hold in our minds and fulfill a series of actions that potencially increase our positive feelings (social recognition, economical status, self-confidence, conviction towards the future...), but some other times we just fall lost in the way with some other sort of questions we build up in order to keep searching the unpredictable. Is that power of intention ruling our lives? I think it is, but once we get to know this, once stuck at this point, no matter what we do or intend, whatever happens in our world will be certainly led by something right above that visionary skyline that our intentions cannot control: The power of Natu...

Rooms by the Sea , Edward Hopper (1951) We are all made of past, living a present towards a future that does not exist. But what about the moment, that every immediate breeze of air we take and leave behind... What's left behind, that's life, like the trace of a ship going nowhere, sometimes that's what we are, sailors in an ocean full of questions. What does make us choose some of our options? Do we sail the right or the wrong way? What really motivates our deepest feelings and why do we never, in so many cases, leave them go free... Sometimes we sail quite far from nature, but every time that nature comes closer, I see that trace more clear and most of my questions disappear. The need of nature in our lives is just a matter of the essence we are, a fact that's being supplied by our increasing condition of unconscious alienated piece lost from the chain, running fast and far, out of the game.

Here I go once again, waiting for that train to come while the sun is raising, giving birth to a new day full of promises... Everyday is a uncertain and misterious gift and we should avoid controlling this fact cause Nature will never tell us its secrets and the light to follow remains deep inside ourselves... Let's look for that light inside like we look for the sun of August, and maybe then, we will get to know a bit about Nature and its parallelism with life.

Crossing Morocco... 11 hours of train and landscapes :)

Entre calles de gentes y colores colgados de ventanas, en portales Se inunda un sueño en soledad. Te busco en cada estampa que mi memoria graba En cada huella perdida, Con esmero, te busco en los colores, en las ventanas, en los portales En las miradas pasantes, en las rumorosas fuentes En todo te busco, te busco, te busco. Como el viento que peina mi enredo, Siento un aliento cercano, deseo, Siento el silencio y su tempestad. Siento el silencio, el deseo siento Siento tus manos, y la luz de tus cabellos, Siento el latir que duele, el latir que corre y su tempestad. Oigo más cosas que nunca Cuánto más decido callar. El mismo idioma no, el mismo lenguaje, el silencio. En aquél silencio nuestro mariposas yo puedo gritar. Ellas salen furiosas del vientre y se instalan en la boca Preparadas para escapar al primer suspiro del alma, Ellas se instalan furiosas, mariposas furiosas. Las siento tan furiosas… tempestad, mariposas. Con tus ma...

Sometimes I wonder about the concept of space, time and content, about the perception of our own existence and the different realities we can experience in a whole lifetime.  Do you really think there's a choice to create your own life stage? Or are we put into the ground of uncertainty with a special demand on each others' aims, goals and references, looking for something we don't really get to know, get to understand, get to pursuit or, even once achieved, get to enjoy at the end...  This whole world is an invention to me and I guess once upon a time life used to be simpler, until we suddenly got out of the way that Mother Nature gave us.  Sometimes, when I focus on my reflective look, I can really see the vast blindness around, but also sometimes my eyes are covered up and the struggle of making my own living changes my original course, that real me I think I am, or maybe the one I want to be, that one I'm so pleased to know when I'm alone and nobody sees me...  ...

Al salir del ferry hoy, como cada domingo de regreso, me ha inundado un sentimiento de nostalgia, ya no sé si por la cercanía del final en este lugar o por la distancia que me separa del otro. Siento que tengo el corazón dividido y roto a la vez. Ante mí se alza una panorámica de la vieja ciudad, mientras la rampa del barco baja, y poco a poco la imagen de un mundo va quedando al descubierto, como un velo apartado que deja ver el rostro hermoso de una mujer. La mezquita al fondo y su hermana cristiana que juntas miran el atardecer, tranquilas. Yo mientras tanto pienso, antes de echar a andar hacia la aduana maleta en mano, si salgo o entro, si regreso o me estoy yendo, si volveré a contemplar a las hermanas mestizas mirar el atardecer en su aparente soledad.  La capacidad de adaptación a un lugar a veces puede dejar de ser adaptación y convertirse en esencia y la esencia de un lugar que te atrapa a veces te puede llevar a una serie de sentimientos encontrados, entre lo que se supon...

I never looked for such type of feelings, they suddenly came to me, like the rain showing up in summer, I never expected this moment, I don't know how to handle this. I just know that I'm living five senses and that's a good start for me.

Among the streets and colors hanging out from windows and doorways, A dream of solitude is flooding. I’m looking for you in every image engraved on my mind, In every lost print let in the city. With care, I look for you in every color, every window, every doorway In every fleeting gaze, in the babbling fountains, In everything, I fail to see you. Like the wind brushing every tangle in my hair, I feel a close breeze, I feel silence and inspirational tempest. I feel silence, and desire, I feel your hands, and the light of two charming streams of honey, I know your language and you know mine. In that silence we both know, butterflies may I shout. The more silent I stay, the more I can hear you, Hear that heart struggle crying to be closer. An essence of mine is dreaming all the time. Dreaming your hands around, in silence, the tempest, Dreaming of you being here, dreaming, You make me forget the innocence, The present, the future, the past....

-Ursula Andress, Dr. No , by Terence Young, 1962- What does it mean to be a woman? A whole understanding of the universe surronding our days, to be a woman is all about that understanding and the huge inmense part they play on it as human subjects of this matter. Why should we still have a day for international recognition? It takes a long path to be a woman in this modern world and there's so much still to do in and outside our daily roles...  Because of women, thought as Euro-Western born-into civilization ladies, mothers, sisters and daughters, are put into the eye of society for the heritage and general courage carried out throughtout the years, is this special day conceived today...  But those universally fossilized questions that should have gone past from our present long time ago, ever since a special day to think about it was invented, still flap around my mind, as crazy butterflies getting lost despite the excess of brightness... What does it mean to be a woman in po...