Shhhhht hablad en susurros, que nadie nos escuche.
Quieren hacerse de oro, doy gracias de que no te han visto, no porque seas de oro, sino porque tu aleación es mucho más perfecta.
Déjame que te cuente tu historia.
Tu no lo recordarás, pero fuiste forjada mucho antes que cualquier cosa, cuando los herreros celestiales aún no habían hecho casi nada, pero ese casi todo que iban a hacer bullía en sus cabezas. Que lo querían hacer todo, y no sabían por donde empezar.
Así que se juntaron todos y resumieron el universo en tu cuerpo.
La verdad, me parece más inmensa tu mirada que toda la bóveda celeste, pero dijeron que eras un resumen.
Quizá aún no existía la palabra para definirte, quizá nunca exista.
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Sunday, December 17, 2006
¿Título? Qué decir..
Nos redescubrimos en cada instante, y a cada segundo dejamos de ser lo que eramos para ser algo nuevo, algo que por pánico ( no hay otra palabra) es como era antes, y no como nosotros querríamos que fuese.
Nos redescubrimos a cada instante, nos redefinimos, vemos aquello que no nos gusta y decidimos si queremos cambiarlo. Sí.
Esto no es inmediato, me direis, y sí, teneis razón, pero la semilla, está ahí, plantada, latente.
Pero no pocas veces nos adaptamos al cambio que nos interesa, cuando sucede, y cuando queremos.
Vemos el cambio, la mágia del instante nuevo, brillante, construído por los mismos Dioses con polvo de estrellas, y lo dejamos pasar. !Lo dejamos pasar¡
Pongo mi fe y mi ilusión, en que yo al menos, ya no lo deje pasar nunca más. Y espero que el resto de la humanidad, haga lo mismo.
Nos redescubrimos a cada instante, nos redefinimos, vemos aquello que no nos gusta y decidimos si queremos cambiarlo. Sí.
Esto no es inmediato, me direis, y sí, teneis razón, pero la semilla, está ahí, plantada, latente.
Pero no pocas veces nos adaptamos al cambio que nos interesa, cuando sucede, y cuando queremos.
Vemos el cambio, la mágia del instante nuevo, brillante, construído por los mismos Dioses con polvo de estrellas, y lo dejamos pasar. !Lo dejamos pasar¡
Pongo mi fe y mi ilusión, en que yo al menos, ya no lo deje pasar nunca más. Y espero que el resto de la humanidad, haga lo mismo.
Friday, December 15, 2006
Desert Rose
¿Porqué Sting?
Por que él lo vale.
Sí, es cierto, me medio decepcionó leer que le apasionaba la cultura india, por topicazo, aunque a mi de hecho tambien me gusta. Y... sí, soy contradictorio. Pero esta canción la echaba de menos en mi vida. Que no es que nunca haya estado ahí, pero, ya me entendeis... tiene un qué que si no se tiene es como si se echase de menos.
"El día de la marmota" con Bill Murray.
Una gran película que no sólo hace reir sino que nos transmite otro topicazo, pero igualmente cierto.
Tambien nos habla de la seguridad de uno mismo, y como, a veces nos protegemos de todo.
Yo, por mi cuenta, siempre he sido un poco como él al principio de la película, con ese humor irónico y tal vez lascivo. Nunca llegué a decirle a una chica si había dormido bien sin mí esa noche, pero, quizá con tiempo...
Y la evolución, aparte de divertida, es maravillosa.
¿Qué hariais vosotros con la eternidad en un día? ;)
Por que él lo vale.
Sí, es cierto, me medio decepcionó leer que le apasionaba la cultura india, por topicazo, aunque a mi de hecho tambien me gusta. Y... sí, soy contradictorio. Pero esta canción la echaba de menos en mi vida. Que no es que nunca haya estado ahí, pero, ya me entendeis... tiene un qué que si no se tiene es como si se echase de menos.
Que cosas que tengo.
"El día de la marmota" con Bill Murray.
Una gran película que no sólo hace reir sino que nos transmite otro topicazo, pero igualmente cierto.
Tambien nos habla de la seguridad de uno mismo, y como, a veces nos protegemos de todo.
Yo, por mi cuenta, siempre he sido un poco como él al principio de la película, con ese humor irónico y tal vez lascivo. Nunca llegué a decirle a una chica si había dormido bien sin mí esa noche, pero, quizá con tiempo...
Y la evolución, aparte de divertida, es maravillosa.
¿Qué hariais vosotros con la eternidad en un día? ;)
Thursday, December 14, 2006
La perfección.
Mi nuevo profesor de piano sólo lo ha dicho una vez, y con una, ha tenido suficiente.
Debes buscar hacerlo cada vez, lo mejor de lo que seas capaz. No hay veces de prueba. Siempre con una intención.
Sí, lo he adornado un poco, es cierto, pero siempre detrás de las palabras hay una motivación oculta, un enser privado que sólo comparte quien las dice con el que sabe de qué se habla.
Y en esta ocasión, sabía de qué se hablaba.
Debes buscar hacerlo cada vez, lo mejor de lo que seas capaz. No hay veces de prueba. Siempre con una intención.
Sí, lo he adornado un poco, es cierto, pero siempre detrás de las palabras hay una motivación oculta, un enser privado que sólo comparte quien las dice con el que sabe de qué se habla.
Y en esta ocasión, sabía de qué se hablaba.
¡Ay!
Intento contenerme, pero me he encendido. No me pasa con frecuencia y sé que va a durar poco, pero mientras dure, tengo suficiente fuerza como para arreglarme la vida en 3 minutos. Decir las cosas bien claritas, ya que ¡coño! se tienen que decir.
Tengo un mal día, sí, tengo un jodido mal día, y además me he querido rendir. Me he dejado llevar. Y ahora me dicen que vaya al psicologo.
Vale que no ligo mucho, y que no me iría mal echarme novia... o algo. Y que sí, que uno tiene que intentarlo y creérselo para lograr alguna cosa.
Pero, joder, no vayamos de un extremo al otro.
Bueno, ¿al final las tonterías que digo acabarán teniendo un significado oculto que no soy capaz de desentrañar?
Petrimisteri... petriemoció...
Tengo un mal día, sí, tengo un jodido mal día, y además me he querido rendir. Me he dejado llevar. Y ahora me dicen que vaya al psicologo.
Vale que no ligo mucho, y que no me iría mal echarme novia... o algo. Y que sí, que uno tiene que intentarlo y creérselo para lograr alguna cosa.
Pero, joder, no vayamos de un extremo al otro.
Bueno, ¿al final las tonterías que digo acabarán teniendo un significado oculto que no soy capaz de desentrañar?
Petrimisteri... petriemoció...
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Mi profesor de piano...
Mi amado profesor... más famoso de lo que se podría pensar en primera instancia (www.vilaprinyo.com) No se cansará de repetirme que voy 7 años tarde cada vez que le salga la oportunidad.
Ayer, en nuestra clase semanal, me dijo:
- "Claro, esto con 14 años, no sabes como, ya lo coges, en cambio, contigo... tendremos que hacer un proceso más mental."
- "Claro, esto con 14 años, no sabes como, ya lo coges, en cambio, contigo... tendremos que hacer un proceso más mental."
Suerte, que de tanto en tanto dice alguna como:
- "Contigo, por eso, tenemos la suerte de este empeño que pones."
Igualmente, aprendo mucho. Cosas que nunca antes habían sido importantes, que mi directriz había sido, toca mucho, y mejorarás. Ahora tengo un timonel, y sólo falta que en el mar del aprendizaje de tan querido instrumento, no me pierda y no me ahogue, al no tener la facilidad de un niñ@ de 14 años. Si os digo la verdad, me gustaría mejorar tanto, que algún día tuviese que remoderar sus palabras.
Si se diese el caso, por eso, seguramente acabaría achacando todo esto a una capacidad mia innata...
¡Ay!
Monday, December 11, 2006
Perquè t'estimo...
T'estimo perquè sense ser llenya, ets l'olor de llenya quan crema en aquella casa d'es bosc. Perquè ets montanya, i verd fresc amb sa rosada cada matí. Perquè em recordes la tendresa de les mantes quan fa fred, i el crepitar d'es foc en la nit.
Perquè per mi, tota tu ets els cims més vells, i tot allò que poc he tingut, en les montanyes. Allò que et donen i et treuen, però al cap i a la fi es l'única cosa on l'ànima troba descans.
Això ets tu, l'única cosa on l'ànima troba descans.
Perquè per mi, tota tu ets els cims més vells, i tot allò que poc he tingut, en les montanyes. Allò que et donen i et treuen, però al cap i a la fi es l'única cosa on l'ànima troba descans.
Això ets tu, l'única cosa on l'ànima troba descans.
Sunday, December 10, 2006
Desarraigado...
Sin una tierra fuerte a mis pies, más bien como una hoja a finales de octubre... que vacila ... y qué importa si el viento decide por ella?.
Que sus grandes ilusiones son sonrisas casuales, y sus grandes tristezas, susurros que no se llega a oir.
Todo con demasiada poca fuerza.
Que sus grandes ilusiones son sonrisas casuales, y sus grandes tristezas, susurros que no se llega a oir.
Todo con demasiada poca fuerza.
New intentions have been set
My most lasting will, from now on, is not to write this blog in English any longer, is to use it as a tool for my soul.
I've seen that writting has quite more importance to me, than I had thought.
I have to give wings to my expressivity. Perhaps it's like giving weapons to the furious, but well, life works this way, so what can I say?
Welcome to this new era.
I've seen that writting has quite more importance to me, than I had thought.
I have to give wings to my expressivity. Perhaps it's like giving weapons to the furious, but well, life works this way, so what can I say?
Welcome to this new era.
Sunday, April 30, 2006
Music/Magic
With every single touch, she discovered a new magic. a magic of resonances, inner and outter. Magic an physical.
She entered the realm of music forgetting about herself.
She became a pianist.
She became the pianist.
She entered the realm of music forgetting about herself.
She became a pianist.
She became the pianist.
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Dancing...
I've always enjoyed very much dancing.
Yes I know, I know, that's a stupid and horrible way to begin, but I'm still learning how to express myself in english in a no-childish way.
It's really serious, I feel like a lack of a magic something when writing in english. Found my textes like too easy, too simple.
Well, having the capability of writing simple and in an understandable way It's great, I'm not mad about that, but I would like to be able to write something more serious.
Not willing to be Shakespeare yet, but, you know, something along the lines of a 21 years old boy.
Well, anyway I start writing about dancing today and sure it comes for some reason. As I saw yesterday a performance by a young man emuling Michael Jackson and I feel astonished, I remembered how much I liked dancing. I also very much admire him, because he's never been taught to dance and still he performs extremately well.
So in my heart it grew a desire. To learn to dance like him - or better.
It might be difficult, I know. But I know how I feel when dancing, and believe me, it's absolutely great.
Great.
Yes I know, I know, that's a stupid and horrible way to begin, but I'm still learning how to express myself in english in a no-childish way.
It's really serious, I feel like a lack of a magic something when writing in english. Found my textes like too easy, too simple.
Well, having the capability of writing simple and in an understandable way It's great, I'm not mad about that, but I would like to be able to write something more serious.
Not willing to be Shakespeare yet, but, you know, something along the lines of a 21 years old boy.
Well, anyway I start writing about dancing today and sure it comes for some reason. As I saw yesterday a performance by a young man emuling Michael Jackson and I feel astonished, I remembered how much I liked dancing. I also very much admire him, because he's never been taught to dance and still he performs extremately well.
So in my heart it grew a desire. To learn to dance like him - or better.
It might be difficult, I know. But I know how I feel when dancing, and believe me, it's absolutely great.
Great.
Saturday, April 22, 2006
Beliefs...
Luckily enough I've just refound a very interesting teaching from a book I once red when I went to the Chiropractitioner. Not willing to create a tense atomsphere before revealing it I just want to make sure you notice how important these simple sentences are and try to apply them to your life, 'cause everything is still possible if you have enough faith.
..::en el presente es dónde está el secreto. si prestas atención al presente, podrás mejorarlo. y si mejoras el presente, lo que sucederá después también será mejor::.. Paulo Coelho - El Alquimista
And aproximated translation would be
present's where the secret resides, if you're present enough to your present, you will be able to improve it. And if you better your present, what will come after will also be better. - Paulo Coelho - The Alquemist
Yesterday I was speaking with a friend of mine, and we were discuting the possibility or impossibility of changing behaviours. I am strongly sure we can change our attitude and the way we face problems. It might require quite a lot of effort, but we can work it out, I'm sure.
What do you think?
..::en el presente es dónde está el secreto. si prestas atención al presente, podrás mejorarlo. y si mejoras el presente, lo que sucederá después también será mejor::.. Paulo Coelho - El Alquimista
And aproximated translation would be
present's where the secret resides, if you're present enough to your present, you will be able to improve it. And if you better your present, what will come after will also be better. - Paulo Coelho - The Alquemist
Yesterday I was speaking with a friend of mine, and we were discuting the possibility or impossibility of changing behaviours. I am strongly sure we can change our attitude and the way we face problems. It might require quite a lot of effort, but we can work it out, I'm sure.
What do you think?
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
When I was younger so much younger than today...
Like almost all of us, there was a time when I was young.
I don't remember much of that time. Eventhough for me, my adult age started at the age of 16 i have very little to say till then.
Not that I have plenty of things to say right now, but at least I spend some more time devating and justifying myself.
Yeah, I think justifying ourselves to others is one of the first reasons why we begin to think in life...
I don't remember much of that time. Eventhough for me, my adult age started at the age of 16 i have very little to say till then.
Not that I have plenty of things to say right now, but at least I spend some more time devating and justifying myself.
Yeah, I think justifying ourselves to others is one of the first reasons why we begin to think in life...
Monday, April 17, 2006
Think global, act local.
How many of us has ever though about the lack of fairness in this world, about pollution, about the unneeded kill of animals, and so on? I think almost all. Saying that if you have never ever questioned yourself with this questions you're not really alive is being too strict, but I think that being really alive is in some ways involucrating ourselves and thinking in and about the world that surrounds us.
Here it's where the idea of "think global, act local" comes to mind.
Whether we imagine a perfect world or a better one is possible we have to place all our efforts on this. We have to concieve mentally a perfect or ideal way of behaving for all of us so the planet earth can survive along with us, and stop our viric-kind evolution (as said in "The Matrix").
Being vegetarian or vegan, collaboring in social work and throwing garbage to the bin are just a few setps to reach this objective. As in almost everything, one of the first steps is taking conscience fo why are we going to sacrifice ourselves in some ways. Once this is clear enough, placing the other components is quite easy and only requires some efort at first.
Me, as a part of the youth have my social and moral obligations. Being a reference point, being someone to take good example from, at least in this topic. And the more people that takes this seriously, the more that will also collaborate. It's like a cascading effect.
Being capable to show others how to make it.
It is worth it, believe me.
Here it's where the idea of "think global, act local" comes to mind.
Whether we imagine a perfect world or a better one is possible we have to place all our efforts on this. We have to concieve mentally a perfect or ideal way of behaving for all of us so the planet earth can survive along with us, and stop our viric-kind evolution (as said in "The Matrix").
Being vegetarian or vegan, collaboring in social work and throwing garbage to the bin are just a few setps to reach this objective. As in almost everything, one of the first steps is taking conscience fo why are we going to sacrifice ourselves in some ways. Once this is clear enough, placing the other components is quite easy and only requires some efort at first.
Me, as a part of the youth have my social and moral obligations. Being a reference point, being someone to take good example from, at least in this topic. And the more people that takes this seriously, the more that will also collaborate. It's like a cascading effect.
Being capable to show others how to make it.
It is worth it, believe me.
Evolution
After a more than curious Eastern Holidays, I return to a more rutinary life.
I haven't done a positive thing in all this holidays, except playing about 10 hours piano. It was quite regarding.
Now I've got my parents almost home - in five hours they will get here- and I've got very positive things to comment.
I'm not saying that they only want me to do homework and that stuff, they do not. The problem is that I do. I do want to start being a more profitable person. I'm trying to improve in so many ways, and some of them seem so incompatible-.
I know it only requires a step forward in will, but every "next" step gets harder, and harsher.
I also wanted to start writing some literary work here, on this blog. Probably not worth much, but genious have to start in some ways, don't they? :D
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When with his eyes opened, he was able to distinguish people's behaviour's; and more often than not, he found behaviours that he could identificate with some he owned.
Well, I know noeone can own behaviours, they're quite insubstantial and so on, but when you do practise piano quite a lot, some people would say that you own mastership of piano, or something similar, so that's the way I use it here.
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Those big green eyes keept looking at me, and I, like an idiot couldn't stop looking at any other direction.
After 5 minutes, she stopped looking at me to never ever glance at me even.
I didn't deserve that.
She didn't deserve that either.
I haven't done a positive thing in all this holidays, except playing about 10 hours piano. It was quite regarding.
Now I've got my parents almost home - in five hours they will get here- and I've got very positive things to comment.
I'm not saying that they only want me to do homework and that stuff, they do not. The problem is that I do. I do want to start being a more profitable person. I'm trying to improve in so many ways, and some of them seem so incompatible-.
I know it only requires a step forward in will, but every "next" step gets harder, and harsher.
I also wanted to start writing some literary work here, on this blog. Probably not worth much, but genious have to start in some ways, don't they? :D
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When with his eyes opened, he was able to distinguish people's behaviour's; and more often than not, he found behaviours that he could identificate with some he owned.
Well, I know noeone can own behaviours, they're quite insubstantial and so on, but when you do practise piano quite a lot, some people would say that you own mastership of piano, or something similar, so that's the way I use it here.
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Those big green eyes keept looking at me, and I, like an idiot couldn't stop looking at any other direction.
After 5 minutes, she stopped looking at me to never ever glance at me even.
I didn't deserve that.
She didn't deserve that either.
She...
She was wearing that red dress - just imported from hell. All temptation, all desire.
No man could reject that soft invitation to forget about his own existence.
No man did.
No man could reject that soft invitation to forget about his own existence.
No man did.
Saturday, April 15, 2006
Happyness
One of my nearest friends now seems to be totally and absolutely happy. He has just started going out with a girl. She seems very nice. They both get along pretty well, so everything is fine.
From here, my best regards and expectations.
About myself, now I realize that: I don't have my own time for being happy. I destroyed my time for being sad, at a price, destroying my happyness time. Isn't that so?
Realization. About dreams.
Today I went to my aunt's to have supper. This is one of the two great advantatges of being the only nephey arround. The other is that they only spend money on you, apart from on themselves, which if you can manage correctly will help to increase you economy.
That wasn't the topic.
While eating with them, both my aunts, I couldn't quit observing them, not only in the way we are supposed to observe, to see which reactions our words cause to others, but also trying to figure out why.
Their faces showed quite a lot of interest in what I was explaining. But after they sounded like quite dismissed. And I'm pretty sure it had nothing to do to my objectives or ambitions. I think some part of this stuff was related to them.
The conversation reached a point where love affairs were talked. Of course we talked about MY love affairs. I'm was the youngest person in the conversation so I was supposed to be the main atraction.
After we discussed briefly (never is enough briefly, though) this topic I could see in their faces some kind of pain or something.
I'm trying to conduce things to a point where you can say that these mature persons have reached a point in their lifes where everything, all their dreams, simply became a part of their past, and now, what's left is only a little flame of hope that they move from little affair to little affair. Having succes or not, it doesn't seem to matter at all.
I pray to God not to end up this way.
Autoreminder: it's time to start acting Albert, you're 21 right now. If not now, when are you planning to start your life?
Yes, yes, I know - I know.
After all, it went fine, but I think they enjoyed the part where I left and they could return to their tranquility and absolute no-worryness. In their world, where they forgot they had dreams. And now feel better without them.
That wasn't the topic.
While eating with them, both my aunts, I couldn't quit observing them, not only in the way we are supposed to observe, to see which reactions our words cause to others, but also trying to figure out why.
Their faces showed quite a lot of interest in what I was explaining. But after they sounded like quite dismissed. And I'm pretty sure it had nothing to do to my objectives or ambitions. I think some part of this stuff was related to them.
The conversation reached a point where love affairs were talked. Of course we talked about MY love affairs. I'm was the youngest person in the conversation so I was supposed to be the main atraction.
After we discussed briefly (never is enough briefly, though) this topic I could see in their faces some kind of pain or something.
I'm trying to conduce things to a point where you can say that these mature persons have reached a point in their lifes where everything, all their dreams, simply became a part of their past, and now, what's left is only a little flame of hope that they move from little affair to little affair. Having succes or not, it doesn't seem to matter at all.
I pray to God not to end up this way.
Autoreminder: it's time to start acting Albert, you're 21 right now. If not now, when are you planning to start your life?
Yes, yes, I know - I know.
After all, it went fine, but I think they enjoyed the part where I left and they could return to their tranquility and absolute no-worryness. In their world, where they forgot they had dreams. And now feel better without them.
Friday, April 14, 2006
Rooting your life Tip # 1
Before eating do the following:- Set your intetion. Ex. I will get all the nutrients from this food.
- Free from anxiety. In this way you will eat slowlier, and using more of your taste to fulfill yourself from this rich experience which is eating.
- Listen to a song you love. A relaxing one if possible. You simply will disconnect from the world for 5 minutes, but, for you, this can mean an eternity of pleasure.
- Drink a glass of water. Giving thanks to water is an essential part. Emoto's work may help you to understand why: http://www.masaru-emoto.net
- Now you can start eating. Try not to engulf. Enjoy.
Great Idea #1
Whether it can seem stupid or not, me, as a phisicist have thinked in something that may help some third world places to become more economicaly independant.
And as you can guess by the photo, yes, it is related to the glass forging. By the construction of glass ovens (I don't know what's exactly the name in english) and the incredible amounts of sand that they possess, they could manufacturate incredible glass constructs by spending 0 energy, just using sun's power. This may give them some material for their houses construction, or whatever they needed (not clothing I'm sorry to tell.
They could also export and sell it, but this would be in a time to come. First they should learn about the technique and build their own materials for whatever they needed them.
Stupid or interesting?
And as you can guess by the photo, yes, it is related to the glass forging. By the construction of glass ovens (I don't know what's exactly the name in english) and the incredible amounts of sand that they possess, they could manufacturate incredible glass constructs by spending 0 energy, just using sun's power. This may give them some material for their houses construction, or whatever they needed (not clothing I'm sorry to tell.
They could also export and sell it, but this would be in a time to come. First they should learn about the technique and build their own materials for whatever they needed them.
Stupid or interesting?
Death
Far from speaking really about death I just wanted to place here some questions that I hope, some day or another time would answer. Not only to me, but for the whole world.
Who kills?
Kills the person that pumps a new or old, revolucionary or not, good or bad idea into the world? Or kills those persons who take this idea as own, and move under its leadership? Or simply the ones who kill are those who reject this idea?
In one way or another, all are killing not physically perhaps, but in some ways.
Provably, in the end, who kills is who has the sword of fate.
Who kills?
Kills the person that pumps a new or old, revolucionary or not, good or bad idea into the world? Or kills those persons who take this idea as own, and move under its leadership? Or simply the ones who kill are those who reject this idea?
In one way or another, all are killing not physically perhaps, but in some ways.
Provably, in the end, who kills is who has the sword of fate.
Words...
Yesterday I was writing some lines about the preference I have of music amongst words. Because all what we need words can be better done with music.
Now, giving words another chance, I have to ampliate what I said. Words are like stimuli to develop our inner world, while music simply shows a part of a inner world that someone (the composer and/or the artists involved) owns.
Because we can develop our inner world from words - or we do so from the rythm they have to us?
Difficult to say.
In some way words carry images that music can not transport. Well any documented scientist would say that giving it a correct code, music could carry enough information to, with the decriptation of that code bringing us images, like computers do, but I was thinking about something more intrinsec to the human nature.
Yet words, when not on paper are concatenated sounds.
Sounds with a meaning.
If someone rejects this idea he or she has never ever listened to poetry. Or never's been able to understand even a part of it.
I don't know who is most fortunate, those who understand poetry and for doing so have a wide range of emotions associated to it and its understanding - or simply those who don't find sense to all that crap that poetry seems to be most of the times.
Neruda said: "Poetry comes to the souls that are bound to understand it". I don't know if it is really a good thing or not. It can sound quite as a curse, don't you thing?
Yes, it's fantastic the world poetry shows to us - but how deep can we fall into the sadness with what poetry evokes us?
Now, giving words another chance, I have to ampliate what I said. Words are like stimuli to develop our inner world, while music simply shows a part of a inner world that someone (the composer and/or the artists involved) owns.
Because we can develop our inner world from words - or we do so from the rythm they have to us?
Difficult to say.
In some way words carry images that music can not transport. Well any documented scientist would say that giving it a correct code, music could carry enough information to, with the decriptation of that code bringing us images, like computers do, but I was thinking about something more intrinsec to the human nature.
Yet words, when not on paper are concatenated sounds.
Sounds with a meaning.
If someone rejects this idea he or she has never ever listened to poetry. Or never's been able to understand even a part of it.
I don't know who is most fortunate, those who understand poetry and for doing so have a wide range of emotions associated to it and its understanding - or simply those who don't find sense to all that crap that poetry seems to be most of the times.
Neruda said: "Poetry comes to the souls that are bound to understand it". I don't know if it is really a good thing or not. It can sound quite as a curse, don't you thing?
Yes, it's fantastic the world poetry shows to us - but how deep can we fall into the sadness with what poetry evokes us?
Thursday, April 13, 2006
Worth telling?
Probably this tale isn't worth telling anyone.
If anyone is interested in listening a tale that is not worth telling, he or she could ask directly to me for that affair. But being this tale not worth telling I suppose I wouldn't tell you anyway just because as part of its essence it is not worth a word.
Nor a word in the wind, not a word in the paper. Not even an e-word. Very poetic, huh?
Then you may ask - if it is not worth telling, how can you say it is a tale? or even, what it is?
Yeah, in part you're right, then I may call it the not-worth-telling-tale, or try to find a word which best suits this new cathegory.
That is not important. Yours wasn't a good question, because it has the simple and nothing-resolving answer that you may have imagined: "Because someone told me that tale", and thanks to my definition constructed world I can put the word "tale" to describe what this thing is.
Perhaps you are that kind of person that doesn't question too much things. "They are all right the way they are" you may think, then being this your case, I do not want you to continue reading. Despite, you may have had a bad day or something. Well, that's O.K. we all have bad days at some point of our lifes.
Anyway, the correct question to ask was: so, if it was not a tale worth telling, how did you manage to convince someone telling it to you?
And if you asked this, you would be doing a very very good question.
After all this expectation, i'm sorry to inform you that the answer to this questions comes very easily, and it has nothing to do to getting lost in magic mazes or whatever; I simply found someone who wanted to tell that story, and I'm sorry to tell you that you haven't been that lucky.
If anyone is interested in listening a tale that is not worth telling, he or she could ask directly to me for that affair. But being this tale not worth telling I suppose I wouldn't tell you anyway just because as part of its essence it is not worth a word.
Nor a word in the wind, not a word in the paper. Not even an e-word. Very poetic, huh?
Then you may ask - if it is not worth telling, how can you say it is a tale? or even, what it is?
Yeah, in part you're right, then I may call it the not-worth-telling-tale, or try to find a word which best suits this new cathegory.
That is not important. Yours wasn't a good question, because it has the simple and nothing-resolving answer that you may have imagined: "Because someone told me that tale", and thanks to my definition constructed world I can put the word "tale" to describe what this thing is.
Perhaps you are that kind of person that doesn't question too much things. "They are all right the way they are" you may think, then being this your case, I do not want you to continue reading. Despite, you may have had a bad day or something. Well, that's O.K. we all have bad days at some point of our lifes.
Anyway, the correct question to ask was: so, if it was not a tale worth telling, how did you manage to convince someone telling it to you?
And if you asked this, you would be doing a very very good question.
After all this expectation, i'm sorry to inform you that the answer to this questions comes very easily, and it has nothing to do to getting lost in magic mazes or whatever; I simply found someone who wanted to tell that story, and I'm sorry to tell you that you haven't been that lucky.
Music
What music is being played here?
I can't quit thinking in:
"You're the music, while the music lasts." T.S.Elliot
audio: Enya - Watermark
The end.
Writing this text just for that people who is capable of living life in the opposite way. Those who always fight agains everything, and who show us, passive people how to get rid of our own lifes in order to check mate life.
So, I first write to them.
So, I first write to them.
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