Spring through my veins

Spring; here and there, spins my head, blows up my thoughts, brings up my skin, new textures arrive to my fingers, clumsy steps, all looks blurry to my eyes, cold and hot temperatures reach my heart, blood all over my veins, my body is an absolute mystery right now, and my soul just cries for joy, hope, willing and needful joy.

special bee ring made by Maite Garcia , a really talented and great artist and friend!

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a feeling

they say, that the brave ones, are the ones who face their fears, as small as they can be. Those are the brave ones, not the ones that make huge successes without a strong effort, but the ones who make that small and appearing to be insignificant steps, that mean a world to them.

these mute colors are the way I feel lately... running out of energy, my body just moves because it has to, and now, it has reached my inside too. My ideas are falling, no creative images are coming out from me... We'll keep on fighting to get energy and light back.

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Womanhood | the challenge of being a woman

SONG I listen while I write... 'Jo només puc fer el que faig', Pau Vallvé.

...how much strength do we keep inside? how much of it keeps us going ahead, and how many times it brings us down to the edge?

Women. Such a complex nature, a living creature. As one of them, I can't reach the boundaries of its' complexity.

So many souls, connecting and disconnecting with their own body, feeling all kind of emotions, so intense, that they can even make the body transform itself.

Why are we sure we can't when we can? why do we want but we can't? how much it costs to keep on trying without surrender?

Life is the present moment. The present skin you are wrapped in. The bones that hold you up every day. Girls, ladies, mothers, or willing mothers. And all held up with a beating heart.

Womenhood. Is an eternal youth living soul, inside a body that draws every single feeling. Overwhelming life moments make our skin shrivel, our hair grow white and strong, our balance get lost with our breathing... life is not easy, so, we must, MUST be brave enough to get through all those fears and  look for, find that other side of life that consists, not in surviving, but in fact, consists in living, in feeling alive, with all we've got.

Our dreams are held in our 20s, and that's a big truth. Since then, we will live forever young. Our age stopped growing there, though our body is teaching us, reminding us, that we will no be here forever, so make sure, you do all in your hands to make your wills come true.

Breathe through the small wholes that let the light in. Let go as much as you can. Trust in what you have been given, and eventually, living yourself, loving your nature will turn up into a healing living creature.

Sometimes we have to face our disadvantages. Our imperfections, our body is full of skars, just as our souls, and that's the hard part. Heal them until they are almost visible, but they will always be there. They will remind us how much we fought, how many mistakes we did, and the ones that will come. 

We are human, we are all but perfection. 

sometimes we are a storm,
pouring tears from the most deep inside

willing the best for all those women that are trying, that are listening to what their soul, their body and spirit is trying to tell them. Sometimes is not easy to understand its' language, but we are trying.

I'm trying.

good night from this small part of the world.

SONG. 'Cargol', Pau Vallvé

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bits&pieces

a few days alone at home...

I found myself, stopping time for just a very short moment, but it was worth to breath it in.

The sun was starting to fall, the trees were dancing softly and slowly all in front of me.

A nearby neighbour was gardening while he had an old classic music on... while I was feeling the warmth and all that peace in my face, I tried to take in all that magic...

 Can't express how much I love this lilac... he has the power to make me smile each time a look through the window... he makes me get up of bed and reach one of his flowers, and smell it... I find him so poethic... I'm so grateful for this to happen... for him to reach my window and just look so beautiful and pure... Nature really has so much power

some days in my own

Spring is raising