He would like to follow them, but he becomes aware that he has another path, and should follow that. He goes back into his room and he begins to write about a world, a world witch is hard to putt in words, because it’s a world that doesn’t use words to communicate, a world beyond the words. He writes about a boy who saw birds and feels like flying without wings.
Saturday, July 22, 2006
A World Beyond The Words
The rain stopped falling when he stands up from his bed to go out, in his balcony where he meets some rays that come right trough the delicate clouds. There in front of him is the beginning of a new day. In front of him a white dove fly high, followed by another one; only this had a different colour. 
He would like to follow them, but he becomes aware that he has another path, and should follow that. He goes back into his room and he begins to write about a world, a world witch is hard to putt in words, because it’s a world that doesn’t use words to communicate, a world beyond the words. He writes about a boy who saw birds and feels like flying without wings.
He would like to follow them, but he becomes aware that he has another path, and should follow that. He goes back into his room and he begins to write about a world, a world witch is hard to putt in words, because it’s a world that doesn’t use words to communicate, a world beyond the words. He writes about a boy who saw birds and feels like flying without wings.
Monday, July 10, 2006
... Everything is an answer ...
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Who are you, I mean the true you? Why are you there reading this lines? Are you trying to find answers, to your mind questions? Training to give light to some toughs but the darkness is more present?
Are you running for different big goals, to realize that when you have them you forget to be happy for what you got? When something without planning happens it’s hard, or even impossible to accept it. Where is your mind? Are you just your mind? Happiness now it’s here, and in a second is gone? Is this the true happiness? What do you really need?
... Everything is an answer ...
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PS: Other day with sun & wind.
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Who are you, I mean the true you? Why are you there reading this lines? Are you trying to find answers, to your mind questions? Training to give light to some toughs but the darkness is more present?
Are you running for different big goals, to realize that when you have them you forget to be happy for what you got? When something without planning happens it’s hard, or even impossible to accept it. Where is your mind? Are you just your mind? Happiness now it’s here, and in a second is gone? Is this the true happiness? What do you really need?... Everything is an answer ...
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PS: Other day with sun & wind.
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
If not now, then when?
4 July 2006, 9:59 to 10; sun shining up in the sky; the sky carries little clouds; my food waiting in the plate to be swallowed; headphones share music to my ears, the birds do they daily talking, same old room, and I between them all.
I had an burning desire to write something down, so here I am again, trying to immortalize a moment, a moment of my life in some words and some pictures, hoping to send over the feelings of joy, happiness, and pace that I am living in.
No toughs about what happened in the past, neither what will happen in the future; just being here, enjoying the music and the writing. Ideas come from all over; the mind only puts them in sentences. A state of being in witch you don’t worry about the day of tomorrow, knowing that all will be fine.
Isn’t this the miracle of life, the only thing that matters, the biggest treasure you will all find in this world, the place where you will be one with the rest of the world, a place without problems were you have all you want and need; ... living the moment and just be!
I had an burning desire to write something down, so here I am again, trying to immortalize a moment, a moment of my life in some words and some pictures, hoping to send over the feelings of joy, happiness, and pace that I am living in.
No toughs about what happened in the past, neither what will happen in the future; just being here, enjoying the music and the writing. Ideas come from all over; the mind only puts them in sentences. A state of being in witch you don’t worry about the day of tomorrow, knowing that all will be fine.
Isn’t this the miracle of life, the only thing that matters, the biggest treasure you will all find in this world, the place where you will be one with the rest of the world, a place without problems were you have all you want and need; ... living the moment and just be!
