Remembering who we are

Any thought?

We are the same person, the only difference is that you are a man and I am a woman I am here but You can't see me yet You are looking for me and I am looking for you Let's melt together Why not? Let's make the love, make love. Let's do this. If you love me I will love you, forever.

If somebody sees your naked soul If somebody smells your naked skin If somebody stares at your naked figure Let them see the truth Let them get close to nature Let them feel the power

Son sólo gotas sin esperanza que vienen y van, que delatan fugacidad son olores neutros llenos de fuerza, son voces que corren dentro de la impureza es un simple gesto lleno de peros, que se pone de manifiesto Son almas frágiles y desnudas Son doble viento, que corren dentro del tiempo, muy lento.

Souls are the essence of the world, without them there would be no life at all. Feelings are the essence of souls. What is the main function they have in society? Its simple existence answers the question. They have a sheltered concrete and visual refuge; the body. Sometimes the body prevents other souls from noticing what its soul feels, sometimes the other soul cannot reach the end because of the neutrality transmitted by the body, sometimes the body is an obstacle, sometimes it is not. So we have to be happy that Plato was one of the very first to distinguish between body and soul, between the material and the cosmic. Dark and light can be easily combined but they would not exist without the existence of the other since they have a bidirectional relationship, they feed each other... I must say. Some souls live in complete darkness, and those ones are who fly so far away. Society is composed of endless souls. This is the cycle of life; being born, living and dying. However, one ...

Sometimes I’m not alone Sometimes I’m yours Sometimes I have my body and soul both naked “To be or not to be” I am romantic in both content and form Between blinks I can hear the wind It blows Sometimes I eat apples And the snake that surrounds them Is singing the hymn of forbidden love  If alone i drink wine  and then everything is over. Even if alone, I’m with you.

Surrounded by circumstances.  That's always  life and we realise it sometimes.

One of the most exciting things in London could be the attitude. Today my friend and i were sat in a stone bench next to Soho, a very nice neighborhood here in London. There was a randomer sat alone looking to the sky. He asked us if we minded being on a photo he was going to take, and well… i would have said yes, but actually I replied no. He took it, we kept having lunch and, two seconds after, he told us well… you were not in the photo, we laugh, looked at each other and kept eating. As far as he returned to his original position like a chameleon changes its color, he firmly stood up and started again from the very beginning. As we finished our lunch… tried to went our way to the tube but the individual suddenly said; “well I pretended you both being in my photo but you are leaving”. After experiencing this weird and estrange situation, what should I think about attitude here? What do you make out of all this? -          Randomers go...

I’ve lost my fear of flying I believe in you I could believe in us I may never come back to you in public But never give up If there is no hope Then, I’ll come back to you. And if you answer me We are not strangers any more I won’t imagine us in that virtual world At least it was nice, And you may realize The force that the corruption of love has inside Only when there is no more hope Only when it is no longer alive  

We pass most of our daily time sat in a little blue square going from one place to another inside the tube. Well...as i am new in all this stuff i'd say that it is either useless or a waste of time, but, in fact, it is not. Since the very first moment we are alone surrounded by the crowd, we start thinking and thinking is a very fruitful action. It lets you know a new world, opening new paths which are meant to be different ways of escaping from reality, since what you think is fictional and does not become real until you make it real. So once you've reached the place, that fantastic place you are looking forward to, stand up and make it real. The fact of acquiring different perspectives in life is such a pleasure. Moreover, Homer would say that it has a moral, and a purpose indeed. In spite of being this a structuralist point of view, let me show you the romantic one. And when i say romantic i do not mean "love" i mean 18th century thoughts. What would say Wordswo...

As it comes from the virtual world of ideas, you make it real. There is your body and soul asking to be one single entity, what they do not know is what they actually are, two separate beings, two virtual things, as a social virtual platform, because at the end they will end up being dust. It does not matter what you do, neither what you believe in, nor where you come from. Everything will be dust. But that duality is real, as a kiss from a rose, as a flower that grows, as a heart pounding. Every single entity that exists by its own is real, the problem is when two single entities become one, when they pretend to be what they are not.  Don´t ask, Don´t think. Please reflect.

There are those moments of impact in life. When you do not know what is good and what is bad. Neither what to do nor dont. And suddenly, here you are. In the middle of nowhere, asking for help. You think, re-think, create a new language which nobody understands but yourself. Everything is like a paradox made up of little conceits. And you take it for granted F E E L I N G S

The fact of taking risks in life gives oneself a sense of self-confidence. It portraits a matter or truth, moments of impacts which can be determined by the environment in which we are meant to be. Those moments are what make us stronger than yesterday. Let the chips fall, do not decide for yourself, decide for your life. Think about making mistakes, talking dirty, falling down, crying... then, you'll be ready for the rest: START LIVING.

Y es que a veces me pregunto Si sentiremos lo mismo Si seré tan tuya Como lo estoy siendo ahora. Pienso y no entiendo El porqué de tus actos El porqué de los míos Reflexiono y no comprendo Y es que los sentimientos no comprenden, No se entienden, Sólo se sienten. Se me enreda la piel con el recuerdo de tus besos Y me quema por dentro. Si tengo valor, me derretiré en tu cuerpo Caeré sobre el aroma que dejan tus besos Para no tener miedo. Para tocarte de nuevo. Quizás no lo quieras, quizás no lo sientas. Quizás simplemente huyas para quitarte del medio. Y yo no miraré para esconder lo que siento bajo este sombrío blanco y negro. Las puertas abiertas se cierran por dentro se escapan mis besos hacia un nuevo encuentro No sé lo que veo, no sé lo que tengo. No quiero asegurarte cumplir lo que escribo prefiero mentirte y dejarlo en el olvido Prefiero rendirme sin ver lo bonito, Prefiero hacerlo en silencio contigo.