Remembering who we are

Sometimes I can perfectly see how society is divided. I actually believe that individuals’ behavior does not have to do with the way they dress or, at least, it should not be an influence to judge people. Being free is the most important thing we own in life, if you lose your opportunity to be free… it is as if you were lacking of an eye to see. So, if you cannot control yourself, you are dead. There must be thousands of people out there looking for each other, waiting for the chosen. This moment sometimes arrives but not always. It would be difficult to establish a given pattern in order to define and describe each personality, each character… if souls were as free as they should I think there would be no problems at all. It is society that conditions us in all ways, and we are always going to be the product of a structure full of rules, norms and constraints.  That sense of loneliness you feel in certain circumstances is what gives you experience (1) to interact with ot...

Go back to nature, go back to childhood, go back to happiness, go back and keep dreaming, go back to everything you want, go back in time, make it inside your mind... Go back but keep walking, Go back and make your dreams come true. 

Being sat alone Under a tree Waiting for you Is like being waiting for Godot You may never come I may not recognize you Because I don’t know you You cannot see me But I can see you Every day, I feel you Sometimes I swear you are close, Other times I feel you far away from me. The curtain rises, Trumpets sounding all over my head, The curtain falls. Here he arrives, The time, The only one who is sure of victory, The only one who owns the ephemeral, The only one who knows he is going to win this daily war. But I will keep waiting for you, Until the world ends, Sat alone, Lying under this wonderful sky, Full of desires.

Estar aquí sentada Sola, Esperándote, Bajo un árbol sin hojas Es como estar esperando a Godot Puede que nunca aparezcas. No sé si cuando llegues te reconoceré, No sé si te he visto alguna vez, Quizás arribes al atardecer. Todos los días, Casi te veo. A veces noto que estás cerca, Otras muy lejos. A veces dudo si te mostrarás algún día, Es él, El tiempo, El único seguro de la victoria, El único poseedor de la fugacidad de la vida, Quien sabe que va a ganar esta batalla diaria, Pero te seguiré esperando Aquí sentada, Tumbada bajo esta hermosa manta de deseos.

La belleza concreta se puede capturar, pero es fugaz. Al final, seremos el resultado de una belleza abstracta interior, que no se ve, pero se siente. Concrete beauty is fleeting beauty. At the end, we will be the product of an inner beauty which cannot be seen but felt.

Live now or die forever.

ENGLISH: INGLÉS    Humans’ conditions seem to be a very difficult issue to be touched on. However, I actually believe that we are simpler than we seem to be. We are all made up of the same wood, we all seek for a strong sense of commitment when dealing with the world itself, we all fight for survive and, that is how Social Darwinism would explain humans’ behavior, by means of the most rationalist view apart from an empirical one. It is empirically demonstrated that we, as independent creatures, are going to find the way to outlive life. We are determined by society and society determines us. It is a matter of thinking about simple facts… we tend to complicate things more than we should and, that’s not the point. The simple truth lies within our innate instinct of survival. The business of living often attacks the business of love and vice versa… two parallel facts opposed at the same time. Life comprises love but does always love comprise life? Loving gets rid of life whe...

"The good love, in days to come" "If I run out of passion, I will cease to exist" "One's inner train of thought can be easily altered by means of psychological persuasion" (The first two quotes are inspired by american writers)

Español/ Spanish: He intentado llegar hasta el final, pero no he podido. He visto a mi propio yo, trepando entre aquellas paredes, cubiertas de dibujos sin sentido. Inglés/ English: I've tried to  reach the limit, but I couldn't. I've seen myself, my own dark I, climbing onto those walls, which were extremely covered by senseless drawings.