cross of changes

We came out from the deep

To learn to love, to learn how to live

We came out from the deep

To avoid the mistakes we made

That's why we are here

Enigma (listen here)

Let's believe, that there's something inside us, that in a very peculiar way, makes us go through certain paths of our life.

I'm finding myself in a very rare moment now. I feel as if I've met someone that was hiding inside, still, is afraid of letting itself go, but I can feel its' energy growing inside. I feel old, and at the same time, I feel as young as ever... like if I skipped a chapter of my life, that now is coming back to me, so I can carry on with my path... I spend time looking inside, in the most organic way, trying to reach something that looks like the real me, and I think I can reach it through my heart, through my own strength.

Like a snake gets rid of its' skin when it gets old and doesn't shine anymore and another precious one is growing beneath it. It has to detach of her antique skin scratching itself through branches, rocks and painful earth hands... we're animals too, so, why not, we have to go through pain to reach our true ego... I really have no idea, I'm just trying to enjoy this kind of opening wings, of detaching some fears... I'll fly as high as I can, until I can stand again on my feet...

It is time to break the chains of life
If you follow you will see what's beyond reality
Enigma Beyond Invisible

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a small story of a dream

If I close my eyes... I can tell a story

with these images... but I may have to tell it in my home language...

you may translate it with googletranslator

se me escurren los sueños cuando despierto, por ello me gusta, soñar despierta.

amanecer tras el cristal de ramas verdes, que descansan sus húmedas hojas sobre las empañadas y agrietadas ventanas. 

suspiros de árboles que me rodean bajo los que alas de lechuzas se cobijan para descansar después de vigilar la noche.

la luz danza divertida en las paredes, juega con el bosque, sonríe a la mañana.

despertamos en lo alto de la madera, rodeada de viejas líneas de antiguas civilizaciones, que de noche se agolpan con historias bajo la bombilla. 

es un diminuto rincón del mundo, uno silencioso, escondido y casi secreto, en el que rebosan las salvajes naturalezas, entrelazándose entre sí, acogiéndonos en su anciano mundo.

tras largos paseos, tardes de mantas, y mantas, libros y cuentos, fantasías y fotos, heladas noches llegan entre cenas calientes, y un espeso silencio. 

Alargo el brazo para apagar la bombilla, y al cerrar los ojos bajo varias capas de aromas, de gruesas y antiguas colchas, puedo sentir el batir de alas de los búhos y las lechuzas blancas rozar las tejas y las ramas que nos cobijan...

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roadtrip into the wild | part I

wild nature

went on a roadtrip with a good friend the other day... gulls cried so strong in the middle of this hugeness... strong wind, deepness inside the blue, and huge skies that landed on a far away misty horizon...

blue and green tissues all around us... mother nature is just so amazing...! 

my friend Maite taking pictures

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bits&pieces

just some pieces of the few last days, sorry about the low quality and IG images already seen in my gallery, just posting a small journal from these days...

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skies lately are my own particular cinema... they really make me fall in love with them..!

late night party lights... blue moon, late hours, music while driving back home... life seems so quiet, so still, and at the same time you can feel so much freedom... 

the silver moon reflecting herself on the sea...

a few warm evenings not many... summer seems too late for me... still many cold nights and rainy days...

 a week at mum's 

back home... 

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Cadaqués | part two

 Saturday's deep blue and green sea

 the sea... I can understand how Dalí was so in love with this small piece of land... so inspiring, so many secret places where you can reach the water... where is so calmed and so crystal that you can feel every stone under your feet...

Huge cliffs protect the small town, with a light house, that brings light to boats... it's all a kind of poetical summer adventures, to imagine and dream.

 

  couldn't stop watching the small snails moving and dancing with the water...

      

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