tags: devotion, intensity, love.

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“I steal into their dreams,” he said. “I steal into their most shameful thoughts, I’m in every shiver, every spasm of their souls, I steal into their hearts, I scrutinize their most fundamental beliefs, I scan their irrational impulses, their unspeakable emotions, I sleep in their lungs during the summer and their muscles during the winter, and all of this I do without the least effort, without intending to, without asking or seeking it out, without constraints, driven only by love and devotion.”
Bolaño. 2666

The analogy with Pina Bausch performances and this quote from Bolaño comes perhaps from the darkness that usually accompanied Bolaño and the intensity and deepness of Pina’s work -which really impacted me when I saw it on stage, even for a few days after. The works produced by these artists are inexhaustible, both poetic, coming from a dream-like state, definitely like love letters to our generation.

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for us there is only the trying.

So here I am, in the middle way, having had twenty years-
Twenty years largely wasted, the years of l’entre deux guerres
Trying to use words, and every attempt
Is a wholy new start, and a different kind of failure
Because one has only learnt to get the better of words
For the thing one no longer has to say, or the way in which
One is no longer disposed to say it. And so each venture
Is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate,
With shabby equipment always deteriorating
In the general mess of imprecision of feeling,
Undisciplined squads of emotion. And what there is to conquer
By strength and submission, has already been discovered
Once or twice, or several times, by men whom one cannot hope
To emulate – but there is no competition –
There is only the fight to recover what has been lost
And found and lost again and again: and now, under conditions
That seem unpropitious. But perhaps neither gain nor loss.
For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.

T.S. Eliot

Art: Galatea of the Spheres. Salvador Dalí
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Nothing is what I thought

Do you like to get intimate with fear ? Do you like to feel disappointed? Normally I would said no. I’d usually ran away from fear and I would hate to feel disappointed.

Within almost four decades I have had certain moments where pain, difficulty and misery have affected me somehow. After the death of my Father – and the process of his disease, a divorce, and other devastating events such as break- ups-, problems at work and other situations, that I sometimes used to call or see them as failures

As many others, I’ve been running away from fear and from the fear of suffering. Instead, I had always put in place hopeto block the fear from coming. The thing is that fear and hope are actually two sides of the same coin. The hope we create in our minds is nothing but an illusion. An illusion like: “everything will be better”, “we will find the right person”, “we will get perfect job”, etc. For now I’d say: hope is not something we really need, because all we need is what we have NOW.

The only thing that really exists is the now. In the case of fear/pain, I had finally face it, recently. Even though I’ve always thought it was horrible, because suffering involves crying and pain for hours-days-months sometimes, those days when you wake up in the middle of the night and can’t go back to sleep and on, but after all theres something I liked about it. When you finally face your fears and suffer, what you’re doing is that you’re opening your heart. You are growing stronger.  It’s in the midst of troubled times when you see the light. Its one hard but meaningful moment of truth and awareness. “An illumination in the darkness of ignorance” says Pema.  Here- when getting to know your fears and facing sadness and suffering- you are able to realize how much harm you have done to yourself…. and also the harm you have caused to others and from this stating point, a sense of forgiveness and of acceptance arrives. In the case of disappointment I will leave it all to Pema who wise fully says: “When there’s a disappointment, I don’t know if it’s the end of the story. It may just be the beginning of a great adventure.”

Pema Chödrön, an American Buddhist Nun and meditation master of a Tibetan Buddhist Practice, wrote a book called “When Things Fall Apart”, a book that both me and my very good friend Efy are currently reading. Will be back with a lil more from it… ❤Image

Modern Miller

“Everybody says sex is obscene. The only true obscenity is war.”

The Tropic of Cancer, tropic referred to as the Northern tropic with the sun at its zenith, its an event that occurs once per year at the time of the June solstice. Regarding the second word, Cancer, the author explains the title of his novel: “It was because to me cancer symbolizes the disease of civilization, the endpoint of the wrong path, the necessity to change course radically, to start completely over from scratch.”

Published in Paris in 1934, this title can be read as a metaphor of the City. Indeed, the City is the main character of this extraordinary book I’m currently reading. The ironic relationship of Miller with Paris, a love/hate relationship, with a city that shines like the sun at its zenith, that promises the splendor to the young artist who enters it, but that reveals itself as a disease while the same artist actually begins to live in it.

This aforementioned quote I find brilliant, refers at some point to the huge scandal that this novel had because of its language and its approach to some taboos for that time, the 30′s, especially related to sex. Prohibited in USA and UK for three decades because of the confusion between ethics and aesthetics that seems to lead to its interpretation, the novel was considered immoral and obscene.

I feel now very fortunate to read one of the greatest modernist writings in the universal literature and as Annais Nin said in the Preface “a book that might restore our appetite for the fundamental realities”.

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She Shouts

I’m lyin’ down thinkin’ ’bout you

I’ve been thinkin’ ’bout you

Do you think about me still? Do ya, do ya?

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Or do you not think so far ahead?

‘Cause I been thinkin’ ’bout forever (Oooh, oooh)

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Yes, of course I remember, how could I forget?

How you feel?

And though you were my first time

A new feel

It won’t ever get old, not in my soul

Not in my spirit, keep it alive

We’ll go down this road’Til it turns from color to black and white.

Lyrics: Frank Ocean <——->Art: Keith Haring

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“Only a lunatic…

“Only a lunatic would think that art is superior to nature.”
― Gao Xingjian, Soul Mountain

For years I heard a good friend saying: does art creates nature or nature creates art?. I was very young and very confused about this philosophical question. Inside of me I definitely felt it’s Nature who creates art. Today, I was looking at quotes for inspiration to write about something and I found this one from a fabulous writer I discovered through Tania my friend who lives in Barcelona who’s a very special and inspiring woman. This quote opened my eyes and gave me a relief. I know Nature is superior to everything, even art. It’s my mirror, it’s my salvation. Today, I hope to have a re encounter with our mother earth. Going away for a few nights for a green revival.

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José Martí

“Men (people) are divided into two groups — those who love and build and those who hate and destroy. –“

José Martí, during his short life was, among other things: a revolutionary, a poet, an essayist, a philosopher, a publisher, a translator and the creator of the strategy of the Cuban independence from Spain. Started a newspaper himself and a children’s magazine. His ideas of democracy and liberty inspired poets like Ruben Darío and Gabriela Mistral.  He spoke fluent English, French, Italian, Latin and Classical Greek. His modern writing was so original, it was hard to categorize. His poetry; descriptive and rich of the most simple things. He conceptualized the difference between poetry and prose in an amazing way: for him poetry was intuition and visualization while prose a way to spread the ideas, as he brilliantly said once: “it was service to the people”. His modernism,  at some point spiritual, created a code of words full of ethics through his love and knowledge of Nature.
Here an extract :

“I’m a traveler to all parts,
And a newcomer to none:
I am art among the arts,
With the mountains I am one.”
“Everything is beautiful and constant.
Everything is music and reason.
And everything, like the diamond,
Is coal before the light”

“Todo es hermoso y constante,
Todo es música y razón,
Y todo, como el diamante,
Antes que luz es carbón.”

From A sincere man I am

Quotes:
“Books console us, calm us, prepare us, enrich us and redeem us.”
“A grain of poetry suffices to season a century.”
“To Educate is to Free.”
“Sane love, is not love”

+ track of the day: He venido – Los Zafiros +

+ track of the day: He venido a decirte – Los Zafiros +

I’ve come to tell you, that I still love you, I’ve come to tell you, that I still adore you, that i want to be with you, every day more and more, I’ve come to tell you that nothing or no one can separate me or tear me away off my soul your love, for your love i am capable of confronting anyone, for your love I am capable of giving my whole life, I’ve come to tell you that i still love you, still adore you, still love you, every day more and more”

FRANK OCEAN REMIXED

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On this remix to Frank Ocean‘s smoked-out “Pink Matter,” Andre 3000‘s album verse is conjoined with a new slice of smoothness from his longtime partner-in-crime Big Boi.

Hoy mi deber era

Silvio Rodriguez is a Cuban folk singer. It’s a classic. I used to hear this song back in the 90’s and it brings me many good memories of the days when I got to hear Silvio over and over. I was really impressed by his soulful and introspective music.  This song’s lyrics are deep. The end of this song is perfect, in English says “And I think, perhaps, I’ve finally achieved it,
dreaming your embrace, flying by your side”

Sin luna es mejor

El personaje de mi sueño fue el cielo. Un cielo estrellado y negro, el color de la noche. Sin luna es mejor, repetía yo en el sueño. Se derretían en mis ojos las estrellas en cámara lenta. Caían como flechas. Parecían miles de ojos sonriendo. Volvía de vez en cuando a ver a mi lado a quienes estaban ahí para saber si era cierto lo que veía. Así de real. Luego recordé que al acostarme le pedí a la noche un regalo, una locura, una esperanza.