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Is in the humans' minds to worship a deity incomprehensible through the senses of reason, we will probably continue to worship her for ever and ever.
A tree on the banks of the river was touched by a lightning last night and the burning branches are still falling into the water with a great noise and smoke.
The hot sand covered my soul while my body flew pleased.
And then the wind returned, strong, fast, and the leaves flew quickly to the ground, and others to the sky.
What color do butterflies see? What color do birds see? What color do snakes see?
It looked delicious in my picnic basket, but I forgot it among the rocks without even trying it... what would have become of it?
Will there be a more explosive hug than the one we see between these two old friends?
There are fascinating and eternal kisses between the wind and the sea that we must thank and respect.
It's not just water, but also the wonders it creates when it joins with earth to create life!
The tide ebbs and flows, a constant oscillation, an ebb and flow, a rise and then a fall. That's how love is.
History repeats itself, fleeing in a hurry from one country to another because genetic faults persist in the brains of the rulers. Wouldn't it be better if robots took care of us!
I managed to extract from my mind the last moments of our ship.
The smell of seaweed and heat invaded my senses as I explored the red swamp.
The moist presence of the brackish spray and the fishy smell stuck to my face as I moved slowly through the waters of the estuary, being watched indifferently by the mangrove trees that reigned in the area.
In my mind lie memories of groups of people walking step by step to the slow beat of muted drums, sousaphones, tubas and trumpets in a quiet procession smelling of incense that instilled fear in me.
It had snowed at night and in the morning I walked to the park by the lake, there was still a very cool breeze, I went to the park looking for a place to sit and read a little but what a surprise when I saw that the place was packed with people maybe thinking to do the same as me!
I decided to walk through the park where my mother used to take me as a child... I expected to see many people having fun, however, there were only my great-great-grandparents and grandparents, and my parents and siblings who once accompanied me in this life. They all enjoyed the park and seemed very happy! What a great time that day!
All these little things around me, well organized, classified and clean, I have them all perfectly accounted for in their place, I need them, I love them, they are my collection pieces. If one is lost I get hysterical. I need to collect many more.
I left home for that long winter. Upon returning, I realized that I had forgotten to empty my cupboard and some hungry creatures had feasted with my vegetables!
When I left the tent for a walk very early in the morning, I was able to observe with great delight how some of the beach plants had blossomed. In the distance, I looked at the sea that broke into foam on the sand and I stood listening to its incessant, soft and relaxing sound.
The Caribbean breezes embrace this bay and my imagination flies there at dawn.
I listen to the music at night and I get up from my bed to dance and dance in my backyard and the stars and the moon shine on me.
As soon as it hatches, it laughs and takes flight to a supermarket.
And it happens that life finds so many ways to move forward in any corner of the planet.
And beyond, very close to the hard basalt walls live myriads of small creatures strongly attached to the rock supporting the onslaught of the waves just like us humans in many circumstances.
It is that the desert is not only sand and cactus, it is also spirits dancing from previous times and flowers moving.
That's how I remember her, sitting in her chair covered with her rags waiting for me to get hungry to get up to serve me with love.
It was very windy that fall, but for a moment it calmed down and I looked out the window.
From beyond my reach comes the sea breeze that once caressed the rocks of the reef and now kisses my face.
The cartoons got together in a party to dance and merged in laughter and hugs in the music of the time.
The afternoon arrives and the sun begins to hide behind the oceanic horizon. Another wondrous dance of microorganisms begins to take shape around the sleepy corals settling down to sleep.
The sun penetrates the sea water and allows us to bring our eyes closer to the little understood wonders that surround us on this planet.
He had to save his life in a hurry before his own fear caught up with him.
It was hard for me to understand that we arrived at a cave pushed by the waves next to the pieces of our ship, there was no order for anything, plans for nothing, no food, no drinking water, ... but we had hope!
When life is a beautiful blue on our own stage, that's when we must prepare for scene changes.
Time passes and beauty remains for those who can capture it, for those who know how to find something positive and colorful in each bouquet of old and abandoned flowers.
And it occurred to him to hide from me behind the vase of flowers, and left his tail exposed as if wanting to play with the moment of my presence.
Suddenly along with summer, the patio was filled with flowers and life fluttered again and time once again played with my life.
What happens when the river decides to embrace the sea is that its arms multiply, resembling an octopus of sand, salt and pebbles that invite us to walk and explore.
History repeats itself, fleeing in a hurry from one country to another because genetic faults persist in the brains of the rulers. Wouldn't it be better if robots took care of us!
I live the cultures that disappeared, those that survive and those that come. I respect the teachings of those who came before us and try to understand with anguish but with hope what we can do now for our descendants.
And on the banks of the river, in a muddy place, where I never thought I could see something beautiful, I found the flowering of some shy plants that despite their isolation wanted to express their gratitude to the universe for being alive and propagating their existence.
They get together and pile up, and suddenly they realize that they forgot the reason why they decided to form that crowd and they lose the original colors and turn gray ... meaningless.
And finally they go out into the world, another struggle awaits them along with wonderful moments and difficult moments, and everything will depend mainly on the way they themselves understand and assimilate the changes in the climate where they live.
From my wanderings in the north of Mexico I subtracted this adored image of religiosity that always makes me think about the functioning of the human brain.
The lady enjoyed walking in her garden every Sunday morning and she liked to dress in blue so that the plants would recognize her and not forget her. Her servant always walked in front of her to ensure that the path was clean of debris. He also had to wear blue. She would have liked the flowers to be blue too.
Mangrove trees are beautiful, I can spend a whole day trying to make my way through them while discovering wonders among their roots. Wouldn't the world be better if more people try to discover wonders in their passage through life? Life is a road with sometimes insurmountable difficulties, like the roots of the mangrove, but there are always hidden wonders.
And the still innumerable specimens and visions of the deep sea were cornered in my mind while my heartbeat wanted to avoid continuing with the unyielding duty that awaited me when I left the marine science laboratory.
The grandmother's heart is the grandson's life, and the grandson's life is the life of the grandmother's heart.
Have you wanted, have you felt, have you wished without stopping all day without achieving it and you persist in it? What sublime desires are those that take us to unexpected destinations, to unforgettable pleasures or to the bottom of the abyss? It is life trying to express itself through us with all its might.
The saxophonist is a sweet melodrama of sounds that totally penetrate all the tissues of my body, twisting, undulating and guiding my spirit to the infinite dimension of universal vibrations following the beat of that wonderful music.
It was a Sunday, early in the morning and the water gently caressed the boat and the flowers greeted us as we passed.
One of the most pleasant memories of my childhood is my exploratory walks in coastal areas. The complete communication between my way of being and the outside that surrounds me.
One of the most pleasant memories of my childhood is my exploratory walks in coastal areas. The complete communication between my way of being and the outside that surrounds me. In some cases like this someone accompanied me and joined my feelings making the moment even more pleasant.
Where everyone thinks the same way, is right in the same way and wrong in the same way.
I see the sick moon, but the universe tells me that without a doubt I am the sick one.
His spirit and the memory of a precious life last forever among his descendants.
Everything is uproar, shouting and disorder when the sea falls on us. There is no place to plan anything, just wait, submit to the calamity and then get up and out of the rubble to continue building our life. Now we are spiritually stronger, now we are more human people.
I looked out the window to observe this new city in which I was passing and I could see the same saturation of people, cars, factories, signs, houses, smoke, noises, murmurs, anxieties, screams and a lot of spilled blood. I am sure that in the near future the vision will be different, the human being in the end walks for the best, not for the worst.
Shyly they look out between the rocks ready to enjoy the eternal spray of the waterfall. Even in those wet and cold conditions it can flourish between the hard rock.
Only a look towards the edge of the city allowed me to see its beautiful reflections in the water and then I noticed that the spirits of its builders were walking through the city squares, and I could hear a lot of music and the musical group was made up of the spirits who lived in a beautiful and healthy past.
They form where we don't see them but there they are, preparing to break through the earth and come to the surface where we can see them, reminding me of young students, hidden in the back of university classrooms, hoping to bloom one day.
The white sand desert in New Mexico made an unforgettable impression on me. The hot sun and the dry wind accompanied me during that surreal walk that I will never forget.