La Brisa
En su retiro de algodón,
con suave aliento, duerme el aura:
en su nido de seda y lana,
el aura de alegre mentón
Cuando el aura levanta su ala,
en su retiro de algodón
y corre do la flor lo llama
su aliento es un fruto en sazón.
¡Oh, el aura quintaesenciada!
¡Oh, quinta esencia del amor!
¡Por el rocío enjugada,
qué bien me huele en el albor!
Jesús, José, Jesús, María.
Es como el ala de un halcón
que invade, duerme y apacigua
al que se duerme en oración.
— Arthur Rimbaud
Good day to have some stuffs done.
Slowly getting back to personal early routines. Feels good to stay away from early calls.
Feels the motion.
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Evidence of existence.
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Respect. Support. Silence sometimes is the best way to let other voices sound louder.
Those early steps where coherence is not assessed yet.
That innate sense of calmness.
Motion in the bones.
Those early steps,
no pressure around,
free motion well placed,
disassociated thoughts,
mind wandering.
Recording existence and those intangible ways of motion.
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About given yourself a chance of luck, appointment at midday today.
Flips a coin.
Having it written down.
Eventually it’ll flow.
Writing early thoughts routine has been with me for the last three years. Finding perspective and reasons, beside a sense of calmness have been the triggers for continuity. Analysing own facts. Those flows without an apparent sense.
Unreasonable and untold thoughts for an expanded understanding.
Odd paths we are able to follow.
A muted relevance of moments,
stimulation of silenced voices,
acceleration of internal forces.
Steps ahead our mind.
Finding comfort and relief, what memories are for.
Early hours, a bunch of silly tasks to come, predicted to be another “interesting” combo of five days.
Finding flow, letting motion to take place.
Alternative paths.
Early hours,
messy thoughts,
dispersed steps around,
motion flowing,
finding ways.
Unnoticed steps of motion,
relevance told by silenced phrases,
personal paths that matter,
rooted ways that were corrupted.
Coming easily back to a safer place.
“El único verdadero viaje de descubrimiento consiste no en buscar nuevos paisajes, sino en mirar con nuevos ojos.”
It’s been one of the most interesting weeks of this year, been out of comfortable routine while I deal with some kind of education, I didn’t recall how challenging this can turn. Made this photo last afternoon while I was able to enjoy my first PM fix of the week. At certain point feels silly being worried for something like this while the world is still falling apart for this all pandemic situation. It’s all about perspective, I would say.
From better places and situations.
To find more pleasant steps than the current race.
Early beginnings.
Disrupted routines and uncommon situations challenging normal flow.
Ways to find motion and to feel the usual flow by accelerating those silenced hours.
Early hours outdoors, darkness is still covering my thoughts.
Kingdoms still ruled by messy moves. Slow awakening forced to achieve brave impacts.
Fast times ahead.
Finding ways to keep a balance.
Weekends-
offline, filled by books and films.