Soul

What is needed to write? A good piece, a fine body of thoughts that can connect with others? It’s a mystery? I have been since the weekend, falling down into little flu.I opened past Sunday this blog and took it back after a long break. Sorry, not sorry. I experience the stages of no compromise, […]

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DO?

What I want to do right now? I have been wondering-dreaming-experiencing-meditating, a lot of internal and psychological aspects of me. Busy? in this intimate part hell yes! I have been traveling into a stream of daily but surreal time. Like a strawberry jelly, I feel the day composed by my common activities but touched by […]

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Your name

You are the soul of the universe, and your name is Love – Rumi What a wonderful start. By thinking and feeling that phrase. I been living life. As simple and obvious as it sounds. These weeks I have been surfing through change. Fight, softness, anger and then surrender. Family encounters,  lovers touch, procrastination, failure, […]

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Fitness

“Sorry,” I told to myself, to the people I failed this week, to my inner child, to life I wanted to escape from. While I watched the news, my heart kept pumping blood but emotionally it shrank. Fire, blood, tears, hate, discrimination, brutality, nonsense. ¿Are Newscasts the mirror of the world? I started the week […]

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Individual

Are we divided? As a normal response to this question, someone could answer: “yeah, that’s obvious, you are you and I am another living organism! duh!” Sometimes I ask myself why I express. Writing, talking, dancing, taking pictures of what I consider significant, tweeting, painting my face, posting on webs and media, drawing, acting… a spiral […]

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Adi Shakti

I’m awake and blessed. The window of my room reflects light and I salute the tree moved by the wind. Simple first breathings of the morning. The sheets whisper me the truth of the night. If they are sticky, I notice my body being pulled out of a war, no rest for my wicked path. But […]

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Pipeline

Two days of retreat, inside a forest of silent trees caught astonished an asleep self  a bridge asked me to remember Who I was? Who I am? The birds, the wind, the sound of the footsteps, the breathing, a mind full of beauty and damage, the river making noise… all was whispering and creating a […]

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