Reaching the soul, is a place where I can put my concerns, to see life from a more spiritual perspective. This space gives me the opportunity why not, to be the power source of inspiration for all those who are experiencing something similar. But above all this is a place where "acceptance" plays a fundamental role in my personal evolution. ALL PHOTOS POSTED HERE ARE MY PROPERTY. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Monday, May 4, 2015
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Friday, May 1, 2015
Monday, April 27, 2015
Saturday, April 25, 2015
Friday, April 24, 2015
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Saturday, April 18, 2015
Friday, April 17, 2015
Thursday, April 16, 2015
Sunday, April 12, 2015
FEEL FREE AS BIRDS
“We are not going to change the whole world, but we can change ourselves and feel free as birds. We can be serene even in the midst of calamities and, by our serenity, make others more tranquil. Serenity is contagious. If we smile at someone, he or she will smile back. And a smile costs nothing. We should plague everyone with joy. If we are to die in a minute, why not die happily, laughing?”
Swami Satchidananda
Sunday, April 5, 2015
THE FOUNTAIN
There are two kinds of intelligence.
One is like that acquired by a child at school,
from books and teachers, new ideas and memorization.
Your intelligence may become superior to others,
but retaining all that knowledge is a heavy load.
You who are occupied in searching for knowledge
are a preserving tablet,
but the preserved tablet is the one who has gone beyond all this.
For the other kind of intelligence is the gift of God:
its fountain is in the midst of the soul.
When the water of God-given knowledge gushes from the breast,
it doesn't become fetid or impure.
And if its way to the outside is blocked, what harm is there?
For it gushes continually from the house of the heart.
The acquired intelligence is like the conduits
which run into the house from the streets:
If those pipes become blocked, the house is bereft of water.
Seek the fountain from within yourself.
Rumi
Rumi
Saturday, March 21, 2015
Tuesday, March 10, 2015
Friday, February 13, 2015
CAT'S DREAM
How neatly a cat sleeps,
sleeps with its paws and its posture,
sleeps with its wicked claws,
and with its unfeeling blood,
sleeps with all the rings-
a series of burnt circles-
which have formed the odd geology
of its sand-colored tail.
I should like to sleep like a cat,
with all the fur of time,
with a tongue rough as flint,
with the dry sex of fire;
and after speaking to no one,
stretch myself over the world,
over roofs and landscapes,
with a passionate desire
to hunt the rats in my dreams.
I have seen how the cat asleep
would undulate, how the night
flowed through it like dark water;
and at times, it was going to fall
or possibly plunge into
the bare deserted snowdrifts.
Sometimes it grew so much in sleep
like a tiger's great-grandfather,
and would leap in the darkness over
rooftops, clouds and volcanoes.
Sleep, sleep cat of the night,
with episcopal ceremony
and your stone-carved moustache.
Take care of all our dreams;
control the obscurity
of our slumbering prowess
with your relentless heart
and the great ruff of your tail.
Pablo Neruda
Saturday, January 24, 2015
Friday, January 23, 2015
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
BRAVERY
I choose this photo taken last year, because it symbolizes perfectly how I feel right now. Trying to overcome my fears and self limitations, but for that I first stand up to my ghosts.
I'm getting better, slowly I'm feeling better. But the more I advance I find worse, it is strange, it should be otherwise, find better when more deepened in my being. But not, everything becomes more raw, more real. It is as if everything had suddenly lost that charm, that makeup that made everything more beautiful.
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