14/03

Plenitud en la oscuridad, sombras de nubes formando fauces intentan devorar reflejos de este cielo, ajeno y distante, pero que nos envuelve en su inmensidad...
Miradas dispersas restan importancia a los acontecimientos, cohesión gracias a las ráfagas de viento que revuelven los cabellos mas roban pensamientos, sensasión de regocijo, en mi noche de luna llena...

Y que es un loco? Loco es quien vive en su
mundo...

Esta es una frase del libro "Veronika decide morir" de Paulo Cohelo; un libro interesante que puede dar un significado diferente a nuestra realidad: una chica que vive sin complicaciones decide acabar con su vida una mañana de noviembre. En su camino hacia la muerte, experimenta nuevos placeres y encuentra un nuevo sentido, demencia...

Todos somos locos, giramos a bordo de este planeta, mas no existen dos personas que compartan un mundo. Entonces, por que esforzarnos en crear una realidad colectiva, algo "normal"? Límites, barreras que nos protegen, que mantienen nuestro mundo a salvo, nuestra integridad... Irónico, porque por más que lo intentemos nunca viviremos en solitario, incluso un ermitaño se tiene a sí mismo por compañía. "Si miramos al cielo estrellado vemos que todos esos mundos diferentes se combinan formando constelaciones, universos, galaxias, infinito..."
Vivir nuestra locura para descubrir la verdadera realidad, en el presente, donde están todos los secretos de la vida...

Full-moon

Last night was full-moon night, I was looking at it, and suddenly I found out a silhouette, and remembered something I might have forgotten: that story from my childhood, the one about the rabbit and the moon…

This is an ancient legend from a Mexican prehispanic culture, the Aztec, about how this silhouette appeared on the moon:

Quetzalcoatl (main deity for Aztecs) was traveling trough the world as a man. Walking the whole day without resting, he felt tired and hungry, but he still walked until the stars brighten and the moon showed up the sky. Then, he sited down at the edge of the road, exhausted, when he saw a little rabbit over the field, looking for something to eat.
- What are you eating? – Quetzalcoatl asked.
- I’m eating grass, would you like a little?
- Thank you, but I don’t eat grass.
- What will you do then?
- Perhaps I’ll starve to death.
Tochtli (word for rabbit in Nahuatl) jumped near Quetzalcoatl, and said:
- I might be a little rabbit, but if you’re hungry you can eat me, I’m here.
He looked at the little rabbit and took it between his hands, and then he said:
- You won’t be a little rabbit anymore; the entire world will remember you, because of your noble sacrifice.
He raised the little rabbit as high as the moon, where the silhouette was printed. Then he put it down on Earth and said:
- There you have your portrait, on my heart, for every man, until the end of time...

View from my bedroom window

It's been a while since there's a second floor blocking the nocturnal landscape I used to have from my bedroom window. It’s really delightful to watch the sky in the darkness, full of stars and a declining moon, or feeling touched by a warm full moon… But New Year has surprises, my neighbor decided to paint his wall, after years, with a strange red color, my opinion was indifferent, but this morning sunshine lighted up sky, and sitting at the edge of the bed I saw how a blue and cloudy sky drew contrasts over that red wall, guess I’ve been too attracted by the darkness of the night, blind to sunshine wonders…

Happy New Year!!

Looking at...

Las pequeñas cosas

Like the wind whispering to our ears the secrets of life, stars lighting through hidden worlds, people walking as if they know where to go, absent-minded, and time goes by without forgiving a second... a lifetime, in a tiny little second, behind clouds, secret smiles...