“Paths that cross will cross again.”
the never flat way on how our dreams cross the border between reality and desire. intention turns into the result of being crossing that border many times. senses dispatching our dreams. perspective and results not always aligned. the magic of dreaming.
today’s view, from early am ballad.
messy thoughts and bed hair, hot coffee in one hand, expectations in the other one.
día de muertos, por todos ellos que siempre están.
1wd ahead. i need silence, sometimes.
early hours, full moon, new month, the motion can be felt around.
the nonsense writing as a long term solution for a messy mind and complicated times.
the way on how our senses get in the first line each day, the way individual perspective may offer a soft relief.
the way we walk through all of this together but separately, living and trying the best we can.
relying on empathy and respect for each other.
when you only have a summicron 40mm on hands but you feel it anyway.
To keep those memories and never let them go.
Trieste, 2016.
Early AM today’s view. Writing exercise got stronger by now. A big relief.
To feel, to flow, to get in motion.
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importance of record retention as a tool to have a deeper self-assessment and to achieve different levels of awareness.
to avoid us from forgetting about those simple and unnoticed actions and situations that were important facts to build our base.
to learn about us by analysing our very own actions, to do not waste time by ignoring the simplicity of our reactions and the correlation that exists between our growth and our understanding about ourselves by taking in consideration the own perspective implied.
by letting our self-awareness to guide our steps.
About how memories can make us feel alive, the way we can run away. To feel it again. To release our mind.
Spirit of motion.
Documentación.
Aquí.
DST ended here, finally.
Trying to get some balance between routines and personal schedules around here.
The need of motion.
Silenced mood over untold phrases, muted thoughts and tons of mugs.
Perspective and perception, wall to wall.
“Dans cette vie qui vous apparaît quelquefois comme un grand terrain vague sans poteau indicateur, au milieu de toutes les lignes de fuite et les horizons perdus, on aimerait trouver des points de repère, dresser une sorte de cadastre pour n’avoir plus l’impression de naviguer au hasard. Alors, on tisse des liens, on essaye de rendre plus stables des rencontres hasardeuses.”
My mind is here today.
About those early and quiet hours where mind remains sleepy and motion walks by a dreamy path.
Silence plus coffee. Disordered thoughts.
likewise.
Still.
A road an anchor, a memory a ship. A field of memories where roots are deeper than anything else. A life to remember.
“Someone had told him one day that you forget the voices of those whom you have been close to in the past very quickly.”
All those ways on how we treasure our memories, to protect ourselves from forgetting our past, to remember that life is about simple things and the appreciation of those simple routines.
About the way on how we exalt the value implied on each little step and the personal meaning of each of our memories.
We don’t usually smile while a photo is made, but there are certain moments in life that make you feel your heart wide open. That’s the kind of memories I want to hold forever.
Mamá et Nacho.
Ways to remember.
Love at first sight.