Possibly Could Be

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...  ...