Possibly Could Be

(The Wanderer above the Mists by Caspar David Friedrich, 1817-1818) Empty spaces to be oneself... Empty shelters with no noises, no trouble nor judgements around... Empty spaces to find the holly ways hidden under forbidden bodies, the true sense of desire, the meaningful search of the equal, the beat of a wild heart in that empty silence... Empty spaces to fill with the open landscapes of the soul and the unwastable demand from skin, flesh and hunger... I'm still looking for those empty lands where infinite fountains of honey and hope, as the ingredients for my very instant of happiness, can always source from the mouths of angels playing free far above those glory spaces.

Life is something we tend to messure, we usually think about and even regret at some point, but what's life? I do see life like a lifelong bag of feelings, a simple line through time, a passing knife letting us scars and sorrows, a fresh breath of loving moments, a treat for madness, a whole world of what ifs , and at the end, a brief instant of chaos and order, of happiness and dispair, of hideouts and fears, of faith and courage. We can try to manage the different elements surronding our lives, we can try deep and even harder each day, but life is, above all, an umpredictable mission, and we can't control its course or whether its train is taking us to. People we may encounter, and if we get to know some of those people well, they will teach us and give us signals about what ways we could take, leave or keep tracing. Moreover, they will learn from us the same. So, even if life is a mistery treasure, we can do something about it and play within that free exc...

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 :)