Londres, 19 Febrero 2013

Nunca será tarde para preguntarse el porqué de la realidad. Si la pregunta aflora, es porque la duda existe. Lo que está más allá de lo que tus ojos puedan ver se llama duda. Todo lo demás experiencia. Hay veces en las que la seguridad, no como concepto abstracto sino en uno mismo, forma parte de esa incertidumbre que compone nuestro mundo. Al final todo tendrá explicación, pero quizás lógica no. Todo es diferente, no existen cosas totalmente iguales sino réplicas o sinónimos. Cada experiencia que vivimos se puede parecer a alguna pasada, pero siempre será nueva, única y original. Y así es como funciona el mecanismo de las respuestas. Quizás no sea la duda algo totalmente desconocido, sino curiosidad a lo nuevo frente a algo que nuestros ojos no han sido capaces de ver o nuestro corazón de sentir. No todo siempre es lineal aunque lo parezca, ni todo lo que sentimos verdadero. Algunos sentimientos son el reflejo de la fusión de pensamientos, deseos y pasadas experiencias. No hay porque repetir la rutina monótona día tras día sino verla como algo nuevo ya que por muy similar que sea siempre será diferente. Los quehaceres del individuo en la sociedad son simples aunque siempre disfrazados de ideas equivocadas, lo que hace que se conviertan en algo sombrío. Hay quienes consiguen hacer de lo sombrío lo transparente pero también quienes viven bajo un techo oscuro sin experimentar con lo nuevo. Tanto la variedad como la diversidad van de la mano cuando se trata de innovar. Para aquellos que creen en lo nuevo… es lo mejor que pueden hacer.

Drinking tea

Because maybe
there are two souls
today
that will be together
in a future
in the same place
with different perspectives
and strange feelings
drinking tea.
I said maybe
I want to drink tea with you
and fortunately you want to drink tea with me.

This man is dead

Any thought?

We

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

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

El Estornudo.

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.

The soul

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 has to be aware that it never ends, souls are as infinite as nature. Souls are part of nature so... could we replace the word soul by the word human being? Or does the word human being comprise both body and spirit? Is the mind part of the body or part of the soul? Is the mind the same as the soul? Is the soul the same as the mind? Even a scientist would not be able to answer it. To be frank, the only truth we know about all this stuff is that souls love, feel and suffer and their shelter is the concrete body, our physical appearance.

If alone

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.

I wonder what are they talking about

Surrounded by circumstances.

 That's always  life

and we realise it sometimes.

LONDON RUNS OUT OF SUN

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 going happily to and fro 

Then, a woman on the bus asked me for my jumper “rebeca in Spanish”; “Where is it from? is it handmade?” she told me. “Maybe, it is from Pedro del Hierro” I told her. She frowned at me and I asked her “do u know that Spanish designer?”, then she replied “no but it is so nice”. I smiled at her and touched her arm with affection. She went. 

Actually, and as I wrote in one of my lasts post here, we pass most of our time on the tube. The tube is a source of inspiration, and my ex iphone was witness of it. Unluckily somedoby stole it and now i have a new witness, a pink one. Life is a countdown, and even if we think we are wasting time, we actually aren’t. Every face, every hair, every smile is beautiful here, I like them all, I love people here. Maybe I’m looking for something else I might not find but who knows, that guy who I saw on the train could be the man of my dreams. He must be out there.

When I got home I told my flatmates “ohhh today I was so excited in class because we’ve seen T. S. Eliot and The Waste Land” and one of them asked me “who? The guy you like?” I started laughing and told her “I wish he was but unfortunately he is not alive”. I wish one of these days I could love someone forever, but wishes cannot be predicted. 

So, -and as my friend was surprised, even scared, when she saw me eating oranges in the middle of Oxford Street,- I’m (probably) getting used to this kind of life. Maybe Beckett would have understood me doing it, as a natural romantic inspirational act, and it is very probable that he would have chosen me rather than Vladimir or Estragon. I think that the figure of a girl eating oranges in such a tourist and crowded place is much more attractive and postmodernist (even more absurd I dare to say) than the image of two men saying stupid things under a tree. 

Maybe no one understands me when reading this, maybe no one reads this, maybe lots of people will do it. The thing is sharing my views and points (always anxiously looking forward to answers never typed) with you all and fit our minds, the most important thing in life. So let's have a cappuccino and fit our minds.

Even if London runs out of sun, I’ll keep loving it. I’ve fallen in love with this pretty huge refuge.  

Marta.

PD: The word "Especially" in the picture is consciously written in a wrong way. The correct way is "specially". The addition of the "e" is something that I included in order to emphasize the meaning of the word. I wanted to make it awkward.

You inspired me

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