tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-362555912024-03-13T14:11:24.351+01:00Personal MeylandThoughts to keep in a pocket (Pensamientos de bolsillo)Meyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129237441599322108noreply@blogger.comBlogger344125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255591.post-46884670773825432712022-02-21T18:26:00.005+01:002022-02-21T18:26:47.244+01:00Rambing into emotions and paradoxes<p> Today you want to hide. Let others speak, do not say things you don't know for sure. Or were never interesting in knowing for your own drive.</p><p>I guess I was trying to focus on me. What am I? It? Can I be wind? Ether? just look at things and don't participate? Can I just crouwl into my bed and not get out? What's the point?</p><p>Well, you'd get bored. It happens. One movie, two movies, one book, one painting. Many things on you bed to do so and rarely focus on one at the time. Ypou think about the next one. And at the end you don't feel like you did what you wanted.</p><p>But what did you want to do? You don't know for sure, because you always learnt to like whatever was being done that would take you out of yourself.</p><p>I can trick this into liking it. I am good at it so I must be doing this. Is that so?</p><p>Maestra de muchos pero experta en poco. Do you want to go all the way for once? Are you afraid you will get bored? Like with people. I must get something new out of them. I must see something else, I must be bored or I don't even want to think I am getting bored of the same ways, do not think is just the person, but the view you have of the person.</p><p>Maybe you are not looking at the situation in the right perspective. </p><p>And the surprice comes. A smile, a present, a hug. A look in the eye. No, it is me who is not sure of what to do or where to go and it tends to throw the blaim on others.</p><p>What will happen when there's nobody else to fill that bin of shit that you got? What will happen when theres nobody who can listen to that hatred that you aren't supposed to tell and breaking the "good vibe"? Well, maybe I want to break it now. But if there was nobody... I'd just drank it myself, bathe at the end in my own guilt. From hatred to guilt. He/she had the blaim. But nobody is there to listen. There's enough problems in the world for them. And for you, their problems were so easy to address. "Look at me! I got it! It can be that difficult because I got it, and if you don't is because you must prefer the self-sabotage".</p><p>Well, not even the gray is just one colour. "Study of grey". It can be overwhelming to look and feel so many ways. To look at this under so many cristals. And all and none are right. There's really nothing to attach to. You are nothing, surrounded by nothing and all your feelings can shape your life and reality.</p><p>Well, fuck it.</p><p>I am done with it. I'm done with trying and not getting right the way I want it. I am done with getting it and have it to work for the rest. I am done with being done of thinking to try to find a way to make it true. I am tired. So tired of squeezing the brain in a extreme need to ask for help to the ether. But I need help. I cannot do all this alone, and not the same person can always assist me. Some have problems of their own. I really can do this alone but I need to expand my people and company before I kill it due to boredom. I said it. </p><p>People and situations get me bored because I get bored of myself first. I don't know what to do, so I do the same over and over. And then the new things are scary. Well, instead of letting yourself be weighted by fear you should use it as a guide towards the unknown. Fear is marking something new, not known, so it is another channel, another chance, a challenge. Go on! Jump! You'll see it's not more than another step once you make the effort. You will always get something out of it. </p><p>Paint if you want to paint, even if you are afraid of getting confronted by your critic.</p><p>Sing if you feel like singing, even if ashamed of not getting the right tone by being out of practice, or if someone listen to that mistake.</p><p>Jump if you feel like, even if you end up with a foot in the water and laughter out of it. Laught at the situation and you. It is not a big deal.</p><p>Love, if you want to love, but be prepared for contradictory feelings, breakdown and unexpected outcomes. Death, another love, maybe desilusion, or maybe plain joy. Anything and everything. </p><p>It always depend how you look at it. What can you learn today? How can you mature today? How can you know yourself better, in all your special ways, today?</p><p>Shame was created to confuse us. To stop us, to make us selfconcious of our free acts. We were free, until shame came to this world. What's right and wrong. Once we knew what was wrong we tried to be in the good path, obcessed with not falling into the other one.</p><p>But what happens when we suppress? We fall. We explode. We do what we were afraid of doing. We keep it in our subconcious as a thing to break our perfect world of morals.</p><p>But if we do that and see that it wasn't a big of a deal to do it again, it might loose impotance. If I stole and saw that there's not a reason to do it again as it goes against love, I will look at the way that it makes sense. Done, not interested.</p><p>By prohibiting things to not get sick will get me paranoic about the end that can't happen. Until it does happen. Done, survived, next thing. </p><p>You get what I am saying? It is good to have morals that come from love but by placing shame into the contrary it will make it more juicy to try it and experiment it. Now, why I did that in the first place? Was I trying to take me into account as the important roler of the story? Was I trying to demonstrate that I could get further than my comfortable pain due to abandonment without any fight? Well, I fighted back. Did it help? maybe in a short answer No, in the long term, but in the short term, in the moment, I was filling more than in the last months. I felt myself, I felt alive, I felt desired by him and me. </p><p>Is that hard to understand? It can be seen so many ways. But the truth that matter is that it just gave me a blink of true self-love. It gave me desperation to be loved by myself not knowing how, so I had somebody else to show it to me. I did that today, again. I wanted to feel wanted because I didn't like myself this morning. I didn't have enough. And I did not get enough either way. I was empty and expectant. I was hollow. Why? I don't know. It's not a don't love him, but the fear to boredom controlled me and I wanted a rush of love and desire. A drug feeling of passion. Didn't last for me to feel full. That's the true. I didn't control the outcome. But I did control the situation, and I liked that. And it went how I was imagining it. That I can say. </p><p>I am the master of my own fate. I got the power.</p><p>Ok, don't bathe in your own dirt cause you might like the sensation of guilt and pity. It does not work like that. </p><p><br /></p><p>Do move forward into the unknown instead of fearing everything you have now. You have so much free wasted time that it could be work on on your favour, not against you. So take that leap of faith and jump! And ask for help if you care for what you have and do. And yourself as part of all that process. It is you and your purpose what we are talking about. So give it the love and passion it needs, because to look it into somesone else won't give you the same effect. </p><p><br /></p><p>Just think about it...</p>Meyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129237441599322108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255591.post-84715492700423441992021-12-20T18:14:00.001+01:002021-12-20T18:14:10.272+01:00Set and setting<p> Revence brings gifts. Giving power and respect to a moment can bring you wonder.</p><p>The problem with some good and extraordinary experiences is that they can be turned into a habit or adiction. And when we fall into it we forget what root we follow to start this in the first place.</p><p>Although it is good to follow pleasure and have moments for yourself in which you are just there, admiring and living the moment instead of looking for an outcome. There's moments that you don't want them to finish because that quiet voice might come out and tell you more secrets. It can help you connect ideas you didn't think about. And then all has a meaning and a sense that did not connect before in your mind. You were too busy to look for it or even wonder if it existed.</p><p>And now you are there with lots of information and a mind trying to hold everything to not forget, not even the essence of it. But while some people are content with the memory and diverse ways to confirm and remember those experiences, other feel cleaver by using the substance. Or maybe it's just the head expanding the more you call for more information.</p><p>Maybe it's just me and me troubled conception with the idea but I tend to believe that all should be taken in moderation and with a sense of reverance.</p><p>If we dip into the recognition and grow of the ego through these ways, we end up in a trap, believing we are better when we are into the effects of something is not our whole conciuous.</p><p>Am I too biased by a conservative past? Is that my own voice even or perhaps it's my childhood experience? Maybe. But also I've learn to respect what I don't know. And of course, I dipped into this realms by other ways, just being in contact with my quiet presence while looking for a soothing moment alone. Was I really alone? Probably not, but I was safe to feel like that and swim into my dreams and deep conciousness.</p><p>The right set and setting can get you a lovely moment. And the rarest it is, the more valued it will be considered, according to my opinion, even if it gets added to new experiences equally memorable.</p><p>I guess my conclusion is: do not get into routine, wahtever you do, as the routine kills the magic and the pleasure of feeling alive.</p><p><br /></p><p>I hope you give some thought to it. Thanks and I'll see you soon.</p><p><br /></p>Meyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129237441599322108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255591.post-86033026258978632242021-12-15T13:36:00.004+01:002021-12-15T16:12:29.706+01:00Dipping into adventures<br /><p>I could
write from the heart today and say that this (my path and current career) is the most beautiful surprise I
could have come across to. Sometimes, things like this come when you get out of your
way, when you give a chance to something new that it might look scary or have
you unprepared.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">I can’t
plan everything, and this I am glad to say that it was a lovingly unplanned
trip to take. I wouldn’t have taken it any other way. And this morning I woke
up just with the idea of negation to another possible adventure. “I don’t want
this now”. But in the past I figured it out quite well. There's a difference, I’d
say, because I was preparing at home for this without knowing. My head was
already linking ideas to heal others or help them with small skin issues and lack of
vitamins for immune system. And at the moment that I jumped into the pool I wasn’t
that nervous (at least I can say that now) because I had tricks under my arm to
get out to play a part.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">I had a
story to tell and that story was coming to one day to the next.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Today I had
a few to get out of the way: to rescue a neighbours’ calendula and also to make
candles out of reused oil and wax, maybe with a bit of Christmas scent to go
with it. I want to clean my house and get it Christmassy my way. I don’t want
to sit in silence looking for inspiration when I am actually having ideas all
the time that I choose to dismiss for another one more attractive. What if that
is it all? For now, at least. You don’t know what you will get if you don’t try
this. And believe me, I can have million of ideas at once and I can get so overwhelmed
that I'd end up doing almost none. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Well, I
should do otherwise.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Maybe that’s
the voice that I was waiting for. The same reason for which I chose to write about my
fennel and liquorice and aniseed soap. I need to make that to talk about some
areas of Seville that nobody talks about but they are special for me.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">There is a
connection with tradition and certain things that never change. And I know for
a fact that if go back to that corner I will find that man selling these sweet
sticks. I wouldn’t even remember the man’s face, not even the name (that’d be a
surprise coming from me). But I’d remember the amount of treats I could get
from him at an affordable price. And even that, price doesn’t matter that much,
because what it unravels is an experience: It wakes up memories.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgPyqPJBgsv6TBdA-VclqeMT_1Kxf6hoRyk1vWtxLzOi3lH-bLzf7jBTNlhtr2s9kQGgsuwGXtlTg38M2al9a8MNRgvz1sZs_SP05N2jabYM2cggBx00bGD2kjTBw4zd1F-o_BupfE2yXBG23H-o3IxurPKABpJBVLnOovQmQKjvNQgJcZTdu0=s500" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="368" data-original-width="500" height="236" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgPyqPJBgsv6TBdA-VclqeMT_1Kxf6hoRyk1vWtxLzOi3lH-bLzf7jBTNlhtr2s9kQGgsuwGXtlTg38M2al9a8MNRgvz1sZs_SP05N2jabYM2cggBx00bGD2kjTBw4zd1F-o_BupfE2yXBG23H-o3IxurPKABpJBVLnOovQmQKjvNQgJcZTdu0=s320" width="320" /></a></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">And for the
chamomille sake I could say that it is a new memory, not wrong or worse or bad
at all, but new. It talks about how things that are natural can taste so much
different when you give it a try. Of course, I won’t like something that has
been designed as a medicine and processed enough for me to not notice the
effects. But when you taste the real thing treated with love and care, wanting
to grow wild and safe, the taste differs so much from a memory and a different
setting. And that’s why I should try this too. Maybe not now, maybe to join
with daisy when they are back, or maybe as a memory on its own, why not? Do not
think that much and just try.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjJOVSS5zCJJhYBDUmCfNBLa3Do-Mq4tawTqz_8jukklEzR7OW8gGCVu5NYIGCjJzkUfO0CS9OBNLRJYUoXWh2Wictzy0qOCiJPU6Yc6o8t4IsXA49crVAOhmHHB4lUjDMa9sUoaZrxW6TAy0aHFyswIU0K9z1yAVpcuqEdANrqwUrv6Ul6Pq4=s800" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="579" data-original-width="800" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjJOVSS5zCJJhYBDUmCfNBLa3Do-Mq4tawTqz_8jukklEzR7OW8gGCVu5NYIGCjJzkUfO0CS9OBNLRJYUoXWh2Wictzy0qOCiJPU6Yc6o8t4IsXA49crVAOhmHHB4lUjDMa9sUoaZrxW6TAy0aHFyswIU0K9z1yAVpcuqEdANrqwUrv6Ul6Pq4=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">But I do
feel more inclined now to make an essence of cold winter in the city of Seville, with an intention to make it feel homier. I can’t just go around enquiring what people
want, because most of the time they don’t know. They just want you to tell them
what they could use and what it could tell a story in order to see the soap
they are purchasing in a different way.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">This is the
way I am trying to approach. There is an experience way beyond a soap bar that
it needs to be there to connect with a memory, or to create a new one in your
imagination. Maybe a candle could go with it if I just poured it in the wax to
leave the smell, or in the oil. I could create my own set of stories to go
together and even if they are just a beginning they could mean the starting
point of a company union. But not now. Now I need to find the right connections
to my ideas and show them around. While the others are maturing, like what
smell to give to the calendula. Maybe its own one? Would it be good or strong
enough? It doesn’t need to. People know the smell of it, no need to hide it. So
why to mask it with a citrus strong smell that just doesn’t go with it in your
head, no matter what other sources say.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Maybe you
could just follow your intuition and start to infuse smells on a oil and then
use them with the intention of sharing those memories. Those views in a crowded
city corner, where that many times I sat to wait for somebody. No phone. I’d
just look at people passing around, carrying on with their lives. And that
tiny table still untouched, that man there doing the same as me: Watching the life go
by, sometimes being a part of it when a person got interested: “What is that?", "Can it be eaten?”, “How is that sugar?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">And then
you enter in a world in which a man is telling you how a root is the ground
level of your food diet, maybe in a rustic way. But didn’t we all come from
that rustic life anyway? What’s the fuss?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">We just
forgot, that’s all. But the good thing is that there’s reminders all around. We
can acknowledge them or dismiss them like an annoyance. We can be open to accept
them or just be fixated in our ways and lives with as little changes as
possible. That’s the two paths that we could choose from. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Well, I should
leave you now as the smell of the calendula on my table is calling my attention
to some action. So I will surrender to it and do something with my day.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjs7WWWRlVa9WAZNc_xiYQtDyNzhDPrf14rjScqgpfLGCq1lGEuU7-MvwM2dLMVjgv67R27BCknvg1w9bXXAO7W0xR0FTTkziuhZn2CY5cbrjoBeDZR9YyKNm_eRCIfA-NaWHFq1zncTS00JHeoktQv7_NPl9ado-Racw5eVQ4e6n69LDRu6l4=s3968" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3968" data-original-width="2976" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjs7WWWRlVa9WAZNc_xiYQtDyNzhDPrf14rjScqgpfLGCq1lGEuU7-MvwM2dLMVjgv67R27BCknvg1w9bXXAO7W0xR0FTTkziuhZn2CY5cbrjoBeDZR9YyKNm_eRCIfA-NaWHFq1zncTS00JHeoktQv7_NPl9ado-Racw5eVQ4e6n69LDRu6l4=s320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Good day to
you.<o:p></o:p></span></p>Meyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129237441599322108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255591.post-63515075473316173052021-10-11T15:38:00.000+02:002021-10-11T15:38:08.138+02:00Love will save us<p> I missed this and I don't really now how to start. </p><p>I really wanted to bring a bit of light here as the week is just starting and the previous one had its bits of magic to bring along.</p><p>Love. We have the power to transform everyone aroud us in the same frequency through that lenguage. Of course, there is people who need to learn to speak and understand that lenguage. Some are really far out, others in between. The rest, well, I believe in constant learning.</p><p>Once passed the dark night of the soul, which is different for everyone, the time comes to realize that you have to care for your personal space. The bad that happened to you was coming indirectly from you not caring about the respect needed.</p><p>It's not the need to be in guard all the time but to gently show that you respect yourself and that you are not afraid of anything. Why? Because once you have the power to change your reaction to outcomes, you can transfigurate your whole power to speak freely and connect. Respect is the key that comes through love.</p><p>No need to bring bad energy to a place by complaining and bitching. Remember that is a tendency but a constant work to do to relocate it. At the end of the day, remember that we are all people figuring out our lives. By coming from that perspective we should be more empathic and less presumptuous. </p><p>Don't get me wrong, everyone can have a bad day, my point is that it is about them, not you. There's not a personal attack but a spill of problem not fixed internally of that person.</p><p>This results in: "if you come to a situation with love and no fear you can sort it out calmly". Otherwise, if not understood your language, oh, well, keep moving along your path. </p><p>Toxicity can be easily asociated with bad habits, like work we don't want to do. They take a long time of our week, and if we drag that not fulfilling experience into the weekend we get crazy and drink our arse again. Sorry for my language but it is what I see in general. Lost people who don't want to hear about mental health and want to fix a problem without looking at the root of it. Without willing to really change the main behaviour. </p><p>And all this, my friends, sour a person internally, with no purpose but a constant chore to do to pay bills and drinks to forget how miserable it feels. Numbing ourselves to death or until we are too old to work and then, we miss the energy we could have used in travel or adventures.</p><p>Something is really wrong here. But I came to bring light, no despair.</p><p>Detect toxicity around you and learn to keep it away. Because all good and bad habits (like energy) are contagious. If you don't want to feel in a loop of hatred and despertation, remove yourself from those situations. If you are looking to be understood, first give yourself the time to understand yourself. </p><p>The movie "Land" portraits this really extremely by showing a woman that not wanting to mask her pain in front of others, just remove herself from the society. Off grid she lives, inmerse in nature and the difficulties of a wild life around. Co-habiting with wild and her thoughts and feelings. Until the healing slowly come and she acts on her survival, not her destruction. Love saved her, the same as it can save us. </p><p><br /></p><p>I finish this text by recommening this movie for whoever fell by chance into this blog. I hope you enjoy and have a wonderful day. Much Love.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9e-9Q03Eoss/YWQ-BhioLLI/AAAAAAAACm0/jSPnG4y-LtAfw7U8Ze5ivWZlb7BX1UfZgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1300/landbkgd.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="730" data-original-width="1300" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9e-9Q03Eoss/YWQ-BhioLLI/AAAAAAAACm0/jSPnG4y-LtAfw7U8Ze5ivWZlb7BX1UfZgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h360/landbkgd.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Meyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129237441599322108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255591.post-25922394765200736632021-09-10T17:15:00.003+02:002021-09-10T17:15:23.552+02:00If you care...<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IqMxU65cCV4/YTt2PTCAIkI/AAAAAAAACms/USCZ0FEojmI7G_JlEeyAADEkxlCkFvv_gCLcBGAsYHQ/s590/unnamed2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="395" data-original-width="590" height="214" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IqMxU65cCV4/YTt2PTCAIkI/AAAAAAAACms/USCZ0FEojmI7G_JlEeyAADEkxlCkFvv_gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/unnamed2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">Today I want to talk about Care.</span></p><span id="docs-internal-guid-279d3219-7fff-a93a-085d-e51c3e64c511"><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Our own care, what we understand for treat, and why do we feel bad for being different.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I love listening to people's cases of health problems related to health, simply because it puts a challenge before me to find them an alternative.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Ego doesn’t belong to this path of service but the well used mind in order to cure others.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">After restoring furniture I came to understand that it was people who needed attention beforehand. So I focused on my mental health to understand why some days I feel weak or my mind just can’t have a moment of rest at night. Or maybe why I have wild dreams when I get to sleep just before the alarm goes off.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Do any of these cases sound familiar to you? </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I came to the idea today that “we are lost”. No purpose or aim to help others by giving what we are good at. We should be bright with our own light when we do what we like. Some of us aren’t here to be doing an easy job caged in a room. Some have their dreams to create their own cocktail brand even if it sounds too ingenuous to even think about that.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I like to make connections with new people and friends in the middle of a transformation. It’s like part of their sentences by me being nearby is “I want to be better but I don’t know how”. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">My own care consists in giving myself some rest when my head is not in a good place. Yes, I am lucky enough I can wake up early and have a slow morning routine to center. And when I wake up not as early because of a bad dream I journal to find a meaning to it. At the end of the day is a message for me. Do meditate on what is missing, where is the root of the problem. Go back to your reasons for being brighting. And please, do not compare yourself with others' path toward their own fulfilling purpose.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">For some a treat is to eat junk food, as it’s not allowed to have normally. Or it’s not healthy. But nobody puts the rules on your health but yourself and by treating yourself with bad habits you are mistreating your body. Sure, it’ll take a bit of alcohol or tobacco or a netflix movie. You just want to unwind from an unwanted job. But then your mind shuts off from telling you to save yourself. The problem is not the treat, the problem is the main bad treatment to numb a conscience that is meant to make you better, brighter.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">My treat would be a nice dinner made with my partner, or a baked bread for the first time. Or even a swim in the ocean or a hike in Nature. Is it hard to change the vision towards our own care? Not because we are sad but because that body had to be ready to work on Monday.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Lastly, why do we feel bad when we do different than the rest? When we work too hard, or drink too little, or hang out less. Are we less fun or more focused on a path of change? Do we combine the concept “money” with “treats”? And again, what kind of treat? Does it fulfill our dream or does it inflate our ego? </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Examples of pleasures that inflate our ego: alcohol, certain drugs, tobacco, junk food, too much exercise, too much socializing, too much work, etc.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Examples of increase of the sense of purpose and path of service: connection with Nature, creating for ourselves and then others, listening, being adventurous to try new paths, to help others, to love others, to be compassionate, to be honest but humble, to share points of view as a shared net of information, to give ourselves a recharge moment every day, to treat well ourselves everyday, to live as the present day was our last one, etc.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Too much to take?</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Your path might be different or too soon to know that you need to evaluate it. But if your thoughts come out like wanting to change and not knowing how, I invite you to let me know. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Maybe there is a passion that emerged at child age.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Anything else? You need to listen to yourself, and for that you need silence and relaxing solitude. It won’t come in one day, or two.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Give yourself a chance to speak out and guide you or I’ll try to find you a person who can show you the way.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Have a nice and caring day to yourself and be gentle with the process. <3</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">10.9.21</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Copy for mariammay.com </span></span></p><div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div></span><div class="hs-body-level-container" strategyname="Blogger"></div>Meyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129237441599322108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255591.post-63951920295716991682021-07-28T12:39:00.004+02:002021-07-28T17:47:46.342+02:00The conversation (monologue)<p><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;">The conversation started talking about a new design mop. Ours just broke so why wouldn't we buy the whole system that allows you to do the work for you?</span></p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af;">- Em, and trowing away a bucket in perfect shape? We don’t even mop that much, do we? - she said. </span><br /><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af;">- Ya, but it would make our lives easier... it’d be easier to mop and squeeze the water out. - he said.</span><br /><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af;">- Cannot you use you wrists as I do? Oh, wait. That will be a great system for my mother! You can use your hands perfectly, otherwise they get atrophied. - she sentenced. </span><br /><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af;">- Ya but I’d save time drying the floor when a bucket does it for me.</span></span><div><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">She stopped and realized before saying in a "ahá" moment: </span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af;">- That’s the principle of all new items. They save you time for you to waste it on your phone or whatever the way you just give it away. You know? Every time I see an object like that I first think `oh, that’s original!` followed by a second quick thought that says `wait, that’s stupid, or that will make </span><b style="color: #76a5af;">me </b><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af;">stupid!`.<br /></span><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af;">- Serously! What do you have against evolution??</span></span></div><div><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;">First of all, I am not against evolution but I tend to have always a vivid thought of the past because it works. If we follow or fall really quickly forward, towards the "new" and forget about the past we tend to get lost and numb. For instance, you might not know now what to do with your reused oils just because it is not on your tradition. In my case is far back to my great grandmother’s making. After that... who knows, maybe `time` concept came along to save the bother of mixing elements in a safe way.</span><div><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;"><br /><span>Of course, we must anticipate the stupidity of people to do things wrongly and maybe burning their house. So let’s make it for them! Let's safe the bother and the firemen coming over. Let’s make them see that they are better off or SAFER by not making it at home and trusting others. They to busy to think of that, or we'll make them busy.</span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;"><span><br /></span><span>The same as the principles to give all the clues pre-thought to have a environmental friendly life: "Do not create your own as there’s enough people thinking of that fix for you".</span></span></div><div><span><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></span><div><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;">Seriously, I just came across a website looking for boxes I could design myself and print on but all I got was a company with their own setting of professionals to do it for me.</span></div><span><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;"><div><span><br /></span></div>Call me stubborn (or maker) but I like to make mostly all things myself. I like the trip and experience. I like to learn and I won’t let anyone to tell me not to bother. Then the time comes when some don’t believe you can actually make something like soap at home. Have we already reach that point of uselessness? Really? After passing through a pandemic in which everyone started baking again and making their own fermented food or kombucha? That was in 2020 are we that far away?</span></span></div><div><span><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></span><div><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;">I resist to believe that. Making at home empowers you and it makes you see that it wasn’t that difficult after all. Also, when you realize that making certain things costs less than what you pay for... it ends up tricking your mind that actually money in such quantities is not that needed. In fact I would myself keep it for traveling or to make great company investment, yes, the one I’ll create myself after years of experimenting.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;">But what’s the matter here? That you are making it yourself instead of listening to others or helping others to get richer. You are birthing a new competency, a new trend, a new way. Going against the current as you are strong enough to not follow what it’s imposed. Thanks, daddy.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;">I must be made of a good mix of genes (extremeños, cubanos y castizos among other many). And I really want to glorify my origins by going the way they’d go if they lived now. We need to remember history and traditions to pass them along and use them now in better circumstances. If we believe we have nothing to add, that we are empty handed, then they can take control of the narrative. And the society would end up brushed away because the only thing they do is to look at their phones or to repeat the same principles they follow on social media.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;">Instead of each of us being a <b>speaker of consciousness</b>, we would be asleep and being turned into zombies that echoe what we were told to believe and say. There would be no more differences, no more variety, no more competency.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;">That’s how we would end up in a world in which difference branding and options are useless because we would go just go for a package of `milk`. Who cares who painted that cage? Art and creativity is useless and we are here to serve. Oh, so we chose to be slaves to their principles of unity. When did it started it? We didn’t see it coming... and suddenly it was too late.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;">First the subtle suppression of certain ideologies labelled as "inapropiate". Then, the change in the frequency in music. Followed by the media using the algorithm to keep interested on your shit and don’t look beyond. Then, the food and water was poisoned enough not to get you sick but internally get your body tired of fighting the wrong enemy. And we continued with the ideologies to believe we needed some products to be in trend, putting petroleum on our skin or around our eyes.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;">Trowing away handmade out-of-fashion clothes that could have been pass through generations to buy the same one 10 years from now, but made cheaper by a near to starvation kid. Is that what we want? We are to far form the source to know or even care, aren't we?</span></div><div><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;">I get it, we want things fast and easy, like spoiled children. We forgot what is the success that comes from personal effort. How our minds and consciousness grow every time we make them solve a problem. If nobody tells you how to solve it would you leave it undone? I did, I wasn’t used to solve things myself because either my father or professor would help me out. Now I don’t have that luxury or I don’t want to have it that easy. Again, call me stubborn. Thanks, daddy.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;">But I think it works. I leave something unsolved for a few months. I’ll come to it later and transform it into a completely different thing. And my brain again brightens and works hard to make it happen. It didn’t happen in one day. Didn’t they say the same about Rome?</span></div><div><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;">Why have we become so impatient to have everything done quickly and perfect? That doesn’t exist. We are human, we are not perfect. We aren’t robots and even in that case they have flaws as they were man-made. And that’s not bad! We are entitled to make mistakes and take the time to reformulate something to make it better. It won’t happen in one day but it’ll happen eventually. </span></div><div><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;">Like in nature, things need time and when well done, a plant can grown large in a week. But for that they need to hibernate for months. Don’t you thing you are the same way? Let me tell you, you are nature. So start behaving like part of it, learning from your surroundings instead of empty people corrupted by power and empty ideas of progress.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;">We can be progress, but maybe it won’t be the one is being presented by the same people is killing all the resources we have. Why should be trust on their change? We are the change that needs to happen. To realize we don’t need stuff, money, super fast cars, super trendy clothes, pharmaceuticals that numb our senses or the lack of creativity that make us cranky and depressed.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;">And we can be sold that life is going fast and that we have so many options. Careful with that. Yes, <b>slow down your pace</b>. Do not need to work many hours until your brain gets a purée. <b>But the options are needed to make you decide</b> internally <b>what goes with you that maybe doesn’t for others</b>. </span></div><div><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;">I'd promote to give options to people but give them all freely, not conditioned to your expected outcome in which certainty you’re needed at the end of the path no matter what. In other words, you can give me the low fat yogurt and the whole one, but if in time the only option to buy is low fat that will make my body react a certain way. It doesn’t matter the fact I have many flavours if the base is bad anyway and it brings me to the doctor. I’ll be given a pill anyway. Well, should I have known that having a good quality food was the main medicine for my body all along? But I was never supplied that because... poor doctors, right?</span></div><div><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;">Who is gonna take care of the poor pharmaceutical companies when people tend to cure their families with remedies at home? Well, maybe they should change and supply herbs instead of poison that numb our body from the actual cause of the problem. To not need more medication that cures the side effects of the first one. Don’t you think it makes more sense?</span></div><div><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;">No, it’s a waste of time: you’ll say, while you focus your attention on the phone looking for the new sale or trend to buy online instead of going to the shop and try it on. You will say: It’s a waste of money, time and petrol. I say: Well, town is 30min away and you can take it as a relaxing shopping day with friends, no? - Nah...</span></div><div><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;">The pleasure of taking a trip and deciding in a mall has been slowly changed into an image on your phone. The same way as simple pleasures of spending time in Nature for free have been sold by paying a retreat place to meditate with a teacher. Or a yoga center instead of trying at home. Maybe you don’t have the discipline, maybe you just don’t want to be alone, you’ll get bored...</span></div><div><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;">Let me tell you that magic things happen when you are by yourself and it’s that you start knowing yourself and all your parts. Let’s call it voices and you’ll go like this: `if I stay by myself I’ll get crazy at the time I listen to voices in my head`. That’s another narrative long ago set in disbelieving artists, mental health `disorders` and, in general, different people.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;">Difference is made a `problem`. For me a `problem` is to see a bunch of girls or boys all dressed up the same way that make me believe they are all the same person, copies.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;">That’s preoccupying. That’s persons tuned into robots. That’s all people thinking the same way. That’s massive control of population to falsely make them believe the sense of belonging or fit in society. Well, I don’t want to belong in a society that is sick and empty minded.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;">I prefer to have an interesting conversation or debate with a person or group. To share wisdom and create a new concept all together. I want to create a new model of thinking, going into the trend of podcasting by simply releasing natural conversations that could happen any day that we feel enlightenment, like today.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;">I want excitement to feel my mind can come this far by just simply joining points that started talking about a new mop design. We just made a gazpacho of terms that touched several red flags we didn’t see cooking but there they are.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;"><span>Just remember: be silent and listen to yourself. As I heard yesterday. </span><span style="font-size: small;">But in this case, I know for experience that it’s true, because I came to same principle by myself and then I found others who did it too. </span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia; font-size: small;">We’ll come one day to the same natural principle, really far out that the ones we have now. It’s just another way but it’s valid. Just give it the chance to ever consider it. Just give it that space in the shelf to go one day and try something different. Get all the options available, because if they don’t work for you, they might help others. But <b>we need those options open and shown to know they exist</b>.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: black; color: #76a5af; font-family: georgia;">Thanks you for your time.</span></div><div class="hs-body-level-container" strategyname="Blogger"></div></div></div>Meyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129237441599322108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255591.post-83824580089430121912021-06-21T13:53:00.000+02:002021-07-09T13:54:33.347+02:00What defines an Artist? Summer solstice<p>Today is winter solstice and I come across some typical questions I didn't even bothered remembering. </p><p>Are you on the path you saw yourself at the beginning of the year?</p><p>I certainly had more hope for my shop but I am still finding the way to be a whole thing or to not care that much if it sells or not.</p><p>I am also becoming more independent of social media.</p><p>I am strong in my self-care morning routing, I neves scape a Morning pages even if it's just to unwind and ask little questions.</p><p>I am becoming more present. But there are times that I feel weird if I cannot focus as I used to. I start to doubt everything and myself ... and I guess today is one of those days. Nothing I did was fulfilling enough. Those days in which I think I have certain mental problems until my mind says, if you spend that long listening to your thoughts you might get sick of that.</p><p>I mean by this that if today I tend to negativity, all is going to look the same.</p><p>If I feel impatient and that nothing really moves I rarely will get anything done. I will be irritable and not pleasant to be around. Just quiet and getting upset for silly stuff.</p><p>It's also been a while since I talked with my parents and the fear of confronting an old presumption is not lovely to go to, if you ask me. </p><p>I go in all directions trying to find that image and I get it when I close my eyes. It's just there waiting, and then I am too busy to listen to it. Worrying about all the people it didn't answer to me or worrying for things it might not happen.</p><p>Well, I have to slow down even if I felt I had to go back to do stuff. Choose one and give your full atention. Just one thing at the time.</p><p><br /></p><p>I guess I haven't changed that much. I change. I am the same. I have quit to many things to look for a better body and mental health and I am still figuring out what I enjoy. And reminding myself of the feeling of it. But you know what? Just do it again and again to be a reminder. Good music and sit down and create. Nobody is saying that you have to do certain things. You experiment and discover. Lean on that path and get out renewed.</p><p><br /></p><p>happy summe solstice 2021</p><div class="hs-body-level-container" strategyname="Blogger"></div>Meyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129237441599322108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255591.post-9420145931485760292021-06-04T15:04:00.006+02:002021-06-05T15:45:46.353+02:00Carta a una amiga "Por Casualidad"<p>No soy perfecta, como nadie lo es.</p><p>Pero huyo del negativismo y de lo fácil, ya que me aburre.</p><p>No me expreso correctamente cuando hablo, </p><p>pero puedo escribirte un poema que te hará llorar y sentir más </p><p>que yo forzándome para estar a la altura de una "skill" que no es la mía.</p><p>También puedo mostrar más con un retrato o un paisaje cuando sobran las palabras.</p><p><br /></p><p>No soy perfecta, pero ¿quién lo es?</p><p>Puedo cambiar y aunque me cueste, estoy abierta a conversaciones que me despierten de mi error.</p><p>Mi ego se sentirá herido, mientras que mi mente sentirá como si el universo me dijera algo </p><p>previamente no escuchado desde la lejanía de mi rincón de victimismo.</p><p><br /></p><p>No soy perfecta, y te aseguro que nadie lo es.</p><p>Te puedo escribir, dibujar, incluso embarcarme en el "messy" proyecto de hacerte una tarta</p><p>Pero te aseguro que esas pequeñas cosas me darán más gusto </p><p>Estarán hechas con más cariño que el de comprarte un mero presente deseado.</p><p>Me alegra alegrar a la gente con lo que hago, me llena el alma de pasión y reafirma que soy válida.</p><p>Es mi mensaje y mi lenguaje, </p><p>mostrado al natural sin acallarlo, </p><p>porque sale como agua que cruza un canal para ir del río al mar.</p><p><br /></p><p>No soy perfecta pero me quiero como soy.</p><p>Y cuando te miro a los ojos veo mucha información guardada en posos de inmensa pena. </p><p>Peso de los hombros que libera un buen libro o aprender lo que te motiva.</p><p>Unas palabras leídas en el tenue brillo de una lámpara de noche.</p><p>Unas canciones de fondo mientras las conversaciones y risas fluyen.</p><p><br /></p><p>No soy perfecta ni puedo serlo.</p><p>La constancia y la rutina aún se tambalea hacia lo estable.</p><p>Permite que luche contra mi propia incertidumbre y falta de rigor que juega en mi contra.</p><p>Mi inmenso trabajo se ve contrarrestado por un inmenso sentido de procrastinación que cuesta domar.</p><p><br /></p><p>No soy perfecta pero intento mejorar </p><p>Por mí y por todos los que me rodean</p><p>Dame paciencia igual que intento dármela a mí</p><p>Te deseo bondad igual que intento encontrarla yo y trabajar para que así sea.</p><p>Te deseo sueños, como los que intento cumplir cada día.</p><p>Te deseo una vida de ilusiones y curiosidad, para vivirla plenamente</p><p>De un modo bonito y natural, de una forma que te haga florecer cada día más.</p><p><br /></p><p>No somos perfectas pero nos tenemos en cercanía, por casualidad.</p><p><br /></p><p>04.06.21</p><p>Para Sandra, un alma tan brillante como sus ojos. Un corazón tan grande como su abrazo y palabras de sabiduría. Por más conversaciones con o sin cine de autor. Por una vida llena de libros que compartir y frases que atesorar. Por ti y por que cumplas muchos más.</p><div class="hs-body-level-container" strategyname="Blogger"></div>Meyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129237441599322108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255591.post-49805772196769561692021-06-02T18:37:00.003+02:002021-06-02T19:15:48.859+02:00Wild writing "what's in your head today?". Friendship<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9q6MTrH3ico/YLe8kb51vdI/AAAAAAAAClk/k1Ti4O6jMIgdesH7ELN4PCnJwWphL2CUQCLcBGAsYHQ/s480/tumblr_m7f412DmKv1r6f5yzo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="322" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9q6MTrH3ico/YLe8kb51vdI/AAAAAAAAClk/k1Ti4O6jMIgdesH7ELN4PCnJwWphL2CUQCLcBGAsYHQ/w269-h400/tumblr_m7f412DmKv1r6f5yzo1_400.jpg" width="269" /></a></div><p>Hacer las cosas fáciles para ti no significa que sea más amiga tuya. Sino que tengo que sacrificarme un poco más para entrar en lo que tú consideras amistad.</p><p>He empezado un poco fuerte pero estoy teniendo muchos pensamientos en lo relativo a este tema. </p><h3 style="text-align: left;">¿Qué es para vosotros la amistad? Dando igual si es a distancia o en tu lugar de residencia.</h3><p>Para mí es aceptar los cambios que suceden en sus vidas y que me inspiren de forma que podemos compartir ideas juntos.</p><p>¿Qué puede ser para otros? Público.</p><p>No, lo digo en serio, hay tanta gente perdida entre redes sociales y una forma falsa de llevar la vida que lo que buscan es a alguien que les escuche. Ya si cuentan realidades o simplemente se intentan amoldar a lo que te gusta, eso es difícil de ver.</p><p>Durante mi vida semi adulta he pasado por malos tragos con amistades debido a mi ... llamémoslo "inseguridad mezclada con total confianza ajena o miedo a ser herida al no tener espacio personal intransferible definido". </p><h3 style="text-align: left;">¿Por qué estamos aquí?</h3><p>Muchas de las personas que acabamos aquí en Irlanda huimos de algo, de problemas, de ex-parejas, de traumas. Pero eso de lo que huimos viene con nosotros. Y está en nosotros verlo y querer trabajar en ello o simplemente crear un circulo en que el más débil ayuda al resto a sentirse bien.</p><p>¿Qué pasa cuando esa persona creída la más débil y sujeto de bromas decide alejarse para cuidarse y hacer su propio espacio artístico para tal fin? Que esa persona no está tan disponible como antes. La situación es agobiante, el trabajo o estudio no es bastante y esa persona que me da buenas vibras para contrarrestar mi miedo no está tan disponible como yo quisiera. 'A lo mejor le pasa algo... estoy preocupado por ella o él.'</p><p>Lo diré de esta forma. La dependencia emocional para curar traumas o inseguridades o creerse mejor que otros no es amistad. Es bullying. Incluso el hecho de "meter miedo" al insinuar la pérdida de esa amistad si no se riega a menudo.</p><h3 style="text-align: left;">¿Cuál es mi definición de amistad?</h3><p>Amistad para mí es aceptar el lenguaje de cada persona para expresar su afecto. En mi caso es el arte. Si en tu caso es crear drama, hablar de otros no presentes para llenar el espacio... no funciona para mí a largo plazo. Luego tengo que estar conmigo para desintoxicarme de esa envidia y no clara apertura de sentimientos.</p><p>No soy tu terapeuta si ni siquiera hay un intercambio de sentimientos o intereses aquí. Si estoy aquí para rebajarme a tu altura y hacer daño a mi cuerpo para que tú te lo pases bien, no salgo yo ganando nunca. Malas influencias acaban mal y si sigues por ese camino estaré muy aliviada de preferir mi propia compañía.</p><p>Estáis tratando con una persona celosa y desconfiada que tiene que ver verdadera ayuda en los malos y buenos momentos. Los he visto a ratos en los malos, para pasar a ver cómo el gesto no se recibe de la manera que a mí me gustaría. Como es el caso de pedir disculpas a una persona ofendida pero no a la que fue sujeta a las burlas.</p><p>Intento ver claramente porqué debería mantener en mi vida a gente que va tan en contra de mis principios ahora. No hay mucho más que pueda cambiar, sino a mí misma. Pero si ello me aleja de ellos por no querer ir también al compás, pues tal vez se quedaron desactualizados para mí.</p><h3 style="text-align: left;">Ejemplos que desquician</h3><p>Digamos que te presento un amigo para que te haga ver otra realidad y simplemente aprender. Y tú lo que haces es hacerle un traje de lo raro que es, de lo poco que te dejó hablar, y de lo bueno que está si se le cierra la boca. Ahora decidme qué pasaría si ese comentario viene de un hombre. Nada más que añadir.</p><h3 style="text-align: left;">¿Qué es lo que busco en una relación de amistad y de cualquier tipo?</h3><p><u>Respeto</u> a dejar a la gente expresarse y seguir su camino de aprendizaje. Dejar a un lado la envidia o el pretender que eres más para encajar en todos los círculos sociales que se te presentan. <u>Sé verdadero</u> a ti mismo y no pretendas ser un lobo en un corral para ver cuantos seguidores te alaban por tu figura y dieta o tu nuevo maquillaje caro. </p><p>Insuficiencia de cariño propio hace que lo busquemos en el otro. Yo he aprendido a quererme yo sin tener que pedir que alguien me alabe. Si lo consigo, de hecho, no sé cómo actuar. Soy así. </p><p>No voy a cambiar para entrar en tu círculo de la misma forma que puede que no quieras cambiar para entrar en el mío. ¿Demasiado esfuerzo? Te invito a seguir viviendo a tu manera y ver qué cambia para mejor y para peor en tu vida. Y de verdad me digas qué es lo que te hace feliz cada día, no solo cuando algún dulce te lo endulza o te crea una subida de cafeína.</p><p>Sé que todos estamos aprendiendo aquí. No te digo cómo llevar tu vida pero te puedo contar lo que aprendo en la mía por si algo te sirve. Pero si lo que vas a hacer es criticarme para poder sentirme mejor con tu hábito, tienes poco que hacer conmigo. No sé por donde coger esta amistad. Y no puedo ser tu colchón de boxeo cuando tu terapeuta te falta. Puedo escucharte hasta cierto tiempo, pero ¿te has parado a escucharme a mí? </p><h3 style="text-align: left;">Si la paciencia se te acaba a ti a mí más</h3><p>Me canso cada día más, tengo bastante con mis propios problemas para tener que pretender que me importan las frivolidades de no-se-quién en el pueblo o en un meme. </p><p>Cuando quieras me hablas de tu salud mental y qué nuevo quieres aprender y ahí estaré para echarte un cable. Pero mientras me uses(is) para sentiros mejor con vosotros mismos mientras me aplastáis con vuestras inseguridades y robáis la energía que tanto me cuesta recuperar, bueno, menos me veréis la cara. Se trata de amor propio, y cada vez tengo más de ello. Podéis tomar nota o quejaros del cambio.</p><div class="hs-body-level-container" strategyname="Blogger"></div>Meyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129237441599322108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255591.post-71435213613966499932021-05-07T17:34:00.006+02:002021-05-07T17:46:02.129+02:00Cohabitating with love<p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">Partnership is not just commitment.</span></p><span id="docs-internal-guid-94d18303-7fff-6e65-2756-a0462cf72661"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It's to grab the others hand when struggling,</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It's to give a small piece of yourself and your good intentions.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It is to share, to think for two as a group, not as one.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Let aside the selfishness and think of the good gestures:</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Maybe what your crave now can be a surprise for him/her.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Being together is a respect predicament,</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A joint of two forces that holding onto each other reach for the same light:</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Nobody blocks no one’s light in order to raise more into the sky.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It is not a race: is it not about superiority but a companionship.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It can be difficult to work in groups, it can seem easier to go ahead yourself...</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But when your energy flow reaches a point in which you need a hand</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It will feel good to find it in that person who you might have helped before.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It is not a co-dependent relationship that ends up in two blended minds</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But a combination of two strong forces, that being watched and cared for independently,</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">they both can contribute to elevating the low points and fears of each other.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Love is company and understanding,</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It is patience and breathing moments,</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It is a “meeting in the middle” of your circumstances.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It can be not being right all the time</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Nor even being angry at his/her words,</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But getting upset with yourself for your stubbornness.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;">It is a honest conversation, not a fight.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Love is acceptance and looking out for each other</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Not letting them feel helpless but comforted and supported.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Love is the freedom that can elevate your passions.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Love is trust and encouragement. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It is a hug of fresh air.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A lift up, </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">a warm sunbeam on your face and through your heart.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Love can be endless or last a short time,</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But cared for it can enrich your souls</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">For the time that it was meant to be,</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">For the time that you both made it be eternal.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Love isn't finite but a present of the present.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But as it can die tomorrow, </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">so live it at the fullest today.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> ______</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;">7.05.21</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;">First year of wonder and magic.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ks7LqhEmEsg/YJVdgf4wo4I/AAAAAAAACjg/r3H8VSfxUxcPcNKsSxAgdd79Ym1aWNubACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/IMG-20200719-WA0026.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1201" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ks7LqhEmEsg/YJVdgf4wo4I/AAAAAAAACjg/r3H8VSfxUxcPcNKsSxAgdd79Ym1aWNubACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/IMG-20200719-WA0026.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><br /><br /></span></span><p></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">For many more years in the shape of “moments” to come! <3</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Te quiero chiqui.</span></p><div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div class="hs-body-level-container" strategyname="Blogger"></div>Meyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129237441599322108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255591.post-61928740490769518252021-03-30T15:02:00.007+02:002021-06-02T19:24:02.818+02:00What human evolution should be like and why is needed<p> <span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; text-align: justify; white-space: pre-wrap;">I am not gonna get instructions coming from blocked people anymore, just don't.</span></p><span id="docs-internal-guid-0094cf44-7fff-efd5-e27a-2d05b6f303e4"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Imagine a situation in which you just get your ears unblocked and meet others that cannot hear, so they ask you, shouting, that you should block them a bit so that you all shout at each other and keep being noisy and scattered minded.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">That was the situation I came from. An ambient full of half people in denial and the other half being a workaholic for the mere responsibility of having to feed so many dependant mouths. So that would end up getting the person a bit frustrated because what was fun at the beginning, now it's a necessity.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I was raised in that environment. My sister was too. And even though it took me time to realize that I did not have to prove my value according to my studies and grades and what I was aiming to work as, I saw that my people did not overcome that initial state.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It's like grabbing a truck full of shit that needs to be thrown somewhere else but the truck driver got in love with the stuff in it. It is insane, I know, but it's sadly common.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Maybe I came here with a different purpose. I knew that the English lack was something that made me feel small. I also knew that it was an impediment to get a decent job in Spain so I needed somehow to adapt to the circumstances and jump out of the cliff just to see what waited for me at the other side.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I did. And I survived. It was hard, it is never easy to leave your comfort zone. But you learn at the end of the process. Or in other words, you learn in the process, as you keep making yourself to be learning all new stuff all the time. I don't think my sister had the same experience as I had. She had difficult ones, of course, but she had me here around to be a support when things would get really fucked up.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I didn't have anybody I knew, but I got my new circle, that was there in challenging situations. And that was fine too. You learn things the tough way. And even though I try to make her see that, the fact that we are closed is always used as a protection cushion for her. And that's fine but not forever. Even my parents are used to that fact being the best way. Not for her. Not for me. It does not work out well for us because that way we remain being immature beings that are afraid of the world.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I remember seeing that yesterday in "Bohemian Rhapsody" and how the parents of Freddy kept reminding him his origins and childhood. How they wanted him to be a person like his father.They were being a ballast even though they did not realize it. And of course, I understand their point as my parents do, because at that time they could be there for him, they could have the energy of raising him according to the way they were raised. But time comes when we have to finish the learning process ourselves, in a world that it's not theirs anymore. A changing world that evolves so it asks us to move along with the change as we can. If we stay in our parents nest or behave like they did, we are remaining stuck in a behaviour that doesn't work anymore. We live in denial, thinking that we do not need to change, that nothing can change us.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Well, let's look at the seasons, the years, the trees, the animals. They change to adapt to the weather, their behaviour is moulded to what they lived around. If you look at the Irish people and ask yourself "How can they go out and play football or tag rugby in the rain?" or "how can they bear the rain to go for a walk?", you are not understanding that they need to adapt to live their lives normally. They were born in this climate so their lives go with it. We are Spanish, from a sunny place so that we take the sun for granted. When the rainy days come to stay for weeks we could stay indoors waiting while angry about our circumstances. Well, we can have it or leave it. We chose to live here. We can adapt to value sunny days and enjoy them to the maximum, but also to resist the rain to give more importance to the fact that we need the fresh air after 2 days waiting indoors.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Maybe I am talking about so many factors here but if you see it in a simpler way I am just going around the same idea: Evolve or you will get stuck and obsolete. Change is not always good depending on the speed and direction. But in your life you can choose the path you take and try which one goes ok with you. Nobody is making you do anything. You can hear indirect ideas to make you think what you have to do but at the end of the day you are the one deciding your destiny (if you want to call it that way).</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I will end the discussion talking about a fact I was reminded of today with a Ram Dass talk: your Dharma is the language of your heart, which is special to you and nobody else. So if you copy anyone else's dharma, you are denying and shutting yours. It's like wearing somebody else's dress that wasn't made for you. It would feel weird on you. So it is the same with your purpose. Find yours by quieting the external voices, being less influenced by what others think you need. Because is you who have to discover what you really need and are good at. Whenever you find it, I can assure you, you will glow. You will have loosen up all your weight on your shoulders. All the expectations of others. You will be just content with your doing. You might have low days, I still have them. But overall, you will know you are on the right path when you find it. Keep feeding it tho, it is a process, not an end of a path. We just reach that end when our lives end. And even then, our soul might need to change in other ways through other people's experiences. But that's something for another day.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">If you have read until here, thank you, and I hope that this personal experience helped you to see the light in some minimal way. I'm here to help as I help myself in the process, as I remind myself everyday no matter how difficult the path is. But hey, if the game was too easy we would just get bored, wouldn't we? Nobody will give you anything for free so keep shaping your destiny and choosing your battles. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Have a wonderful day.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt; text-align: justify;">30/3/21</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt; text-align: justify;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BKX_8TeFH28/YGMh_Oqx05I/AAAAAAAACi4/Gf6hTnhtB1o4XA4PWU_kaTClFZoWbZvbACLcBGAsYHQ/s789/c1106a41ae0fdccf801f55cc1931155a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="789" data-original-width="564" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BKX_8TeFH28/YGMh_Oqx05I/AAAAAAAACi4/Gf6hTnhtB1o4XA4PWU_kaTClFZoWbZvbACLcBGAsYHQ/w286-h400/c1106a41ae0fdccf801f55cc1931155a.jpg" width="286" /></a></div><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.656; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt; text-align: center;"><br /></p><div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div></span><div class="hs-body-level-container" strategyname="Blogger"></div>Meyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129237441599322108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255591.post-58182003100365592092021-03-25T20:22:00.002+01:002021-03-25T20:22:18.607+01:00Art is my language<p> In the same way that I might be smarter or deeper in my mother tongue</p><p>I can assure you that I can find ways to express in Art that I can't otherwise.</p><p>You can tell to learn other ways, or to channel my words in order to get to you,</p><p>But then I realize that I have been bloking my true language away from me.</p><p><br /></p><p>I speak with images and I learn through them</p><p>I won't be told stupid to not learn in ways that is predisposed</p><p>I won't let myself to feel less for not following certain rules</p><p>Wanting to make other new ways to fix the same problem.</p><p>The end is what matters at the end.</p><p>And I just seem to rebel the pre-existing ways sometimes.</p><p><br /></p><p>I can follow other times and that auto-mode will lead me here, to you</p><p>To some words that need to get out and tell you a story, my story.</p><p>I am channeling here to whoever is interested to connect with it</p><p>I cannot change other people's channel that don't aling with mine.</p><p>But I won't change in order to fit in their channel either.</p><p>Because that would mean that I am numbing myself.</p><p><br /></p><p>You see, I can understand ... or live with the fact that you prefer to not listen</p><p>Or to live in a life of money manners or distractions to draw you away from fear</p><p>To give you anxiety or to worry you about your physical image.</p><p>I need to work more into my mind as I need it to create a message.</p><p>This language I thrive to get to you, this voice I keep searching for.</p><p>Once found I am needed to nurture it and to not let it go between my fingers.</p><p><br /></p><p>I have my requests to make and it's to care about my mental health development</p><p>My curiosity is my path and with it my continuous learning path</p><p>My listening to my thoughts is my battery to keep creating</p><p>And whoever joins and becomes fed up with it I will have to take space.</p><p>It is not me adapting all the time anymore</p><p>It is me now knowing what I need to channel my power.</p><p><br /></p><p>If I am not missundertood, well, maybe you need to come down to my level</p><p>And listen without supposing the end of the sentence</p><p>Creating a realitity open to madness and untangible orders</p><p>Letting go of your ways to take a new path that might help you more</p><p>Just like this you might end up liking your reality more.</p><p>You could end up more solitaire, like me, </p><p>but that's just because you need people who adds </p><p>and avoiding more those people who subtrack.</p><p>When you realize that you cannot fix them until you fiz yourself</p><p>You come to the conclusion that the space is your salvation.</p><p>This eternity could help you or not</p><p>At least I choose to open my eyes and being mindful</p><p>I chose to love myself and take the hard part all along.</p><p><br /></p><p>Welcome to the rest of your days, easy or not,</p><p>Of to take the Pill, red or blue, you cloose.</p><p><br /></p><p>25/3/21</p>Meyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129237441599322108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255591.post-8370293248613102642021-03-10T13:43:00.004+01:002021-03-10T14:35:50.690+01:00Listen<p>Is it a problem what I feel openly?</p><p>Does it make me depressed to talk about my feelings easily?</p><p>The one making the difference is usually seen as the crazy one.</p><p>The one talking the problem is usually the one who is "the problem" for the rest.</p><p>I just know WHAT I want. I am just discovering WHO I am.</p><p>And I love it, and it can make me more introvert, happy in solitude more than often.</p><p>Instrospective days stirring feelings and ideas that before wouldn't occur.</p><p>WHY? Because I was meeting people most of the day.</p><p><br /></p><p>But do not get me wrong. I can be social. And I'll learn about me too.</p><p>Although those moments of Ahá! about myself will come from learning alone.</p><p><br /></p><p>I do not need numbing pills, thank you. </p><p>I do not need to tell a stranger my problems than friends find concerning.</p><p>Just maybe because they worry for me what they hide in theirselves.</p><p><br /></p><p>It is Ok to be vulnerable. It is Ok to share feelings. And it is OK to feel bad or good.</p><p>Because that is what make us human. And I won't take anything that will stop that.</p><p>I just want to go deeper into de source. And I can do it alone or with certain tools.</p><p>Maybe not the "normal" ones that are just another "well-seen" type of drug.</p><p><br /></p><p>But it's easy to trust what we are sold. It is easy to trust the people in higher hierarchies.</p><p>Until it is impossible to keep the blindfold steady. It is cracking.</p><p>And that cracking leads up to more holes in the system, and more corruption.</p><p>And more favours to certain institutions.</p><p>And one day, after a fight of a town for local shops, you find a Pizza Texan place.</p><p>Is it the beggining of the end? Maybe or maybe not, I am trying to create discussion here.</p><p>But I also what to be hopefull. Miles of new small busyness grew in Etsy, for example.</p><p>That must mean something right?</p><p>Things are though but things are also changing.</p><p>And I just hope that my close circle can open the eyes a bit to see it.</p><p>To research, to LISTEN.</p><p>Because it is hard to listen when you are all talking on top of each other.</p><p><br /></p><p>I just bring the alternative. And that cannot be supressed.</p><p>If you cannot understand me</p><p>If you think I did change</p><p>Oh yeah, thank god I did.</p><p>People evolve, and the ones who not get out-dated.</p><p>I didn't like change. </p><p>Until I started growing up a bit every day. </p><p>Until I was the change in my actions.</p><p>Change can be for the good of reverting bad actions into restoration.</p><p>System can be restored by Love and hard work.</p><p>It is not easy, but that's why is Valuable.</p><p>Easy normally get's you bored and unmotivated.</p><p>Easy can kill you, same as comfort. It won't make you move.</p><p><br /></p><p>If you are a bit umcortable in these moments, that's good.</p><p>Use this time to know why, to research, to grow.</p><p>But if otherwise you'll choose to numb your senses.</p><p>You will stay the same, no change, learnt nothing.</p><p>And the time, pandemic or not, will never be worthy enough.</p><p><br /></p><p>Think about it... or not. It's your choice.</p><p>10/3/21</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FdK5gK1BVj4/YEi-37cvElI/AAAAAAAACiY/aoVdlTo33t8_dgGM95LXLsZPuFLvQZlLwCLcBGAsYHQ/s501/7d39f5ce51219f022c0a10867a5a81e5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="501" data-original-width="382" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FdK5gK1BVj4/YEi-37cvElI/AAAAAAAACiY/aoVdlTo33t8_dgGM95LXLsZPuFLvQZlLwCLcBGAsYHQ/w305-h400/7d39f5ce51219f022c0a10867a5a81e5.jpg" width="305" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Meyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129237441599322108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255591.post-50949191316122550012021-03-07T09:17:00.002+01:002021-03-07T09:23:34.649+01:00Hasta los mismos de lo políticamente correcto<p> Lo están consiguiento. Estos hijos de p**a lo están consiguiendo.</p><p>O así al menos me siento yo que me comen las paredes de una casa que era un santuario.</p><p>Cuando estoy sola estoy triste y cuando estoy acompañada estoy ausente. Con tal de hacer el momento menos depresivo hablando de "la situación" como si de Lord Voldemort se tratase. Pero esa "sin nombre" se adueña del humor general y genera zombies que intentan seguir una rutina normal, acostumbrándose a lo que falta en sus vidas. "Ya llegará". Pero y cuando llegue, ¿qué será de nosotros? ¿Querremos volver a ella?</p><p>Y diréis, "al menos tú estás recibiendo el paro". Sí pero me tienen callada y "segura" en una casa vacía con gente que está viviendo lo que yo, cada vez más sola. Porque señores, las redes no acompañan, sino que aíslan más.</p><p>Estoy harta de sentirme así y de seguir las normas para quedarme como un vegetal mental pero muy bien de salud. Llega un momento que un poquito de riesgo da sal a la vida. Lo he vivido. Por qué tiendo a volver al sistema no problemático de seguir las directrices. ¿Para qué? ¿Para acabar totalmente cucu?</p><p>Estoy intentando ayudarme con un libro llamado "The Artist's Way". Y me deprime pensar que podría estar haciendo skydiving como primer deseo, pero no puedo. Y de todas maneras, si lo que quiero ahora es pisar un jodido pub. Sólo para ver a los cantantes o músicos que me hicieron quedarme en este país. Ni siquiera se trata de ponerme como una cuba y acabar potando en la calle.</p><p>Los pubs en este país eran el modo de ver a mucha gente de una vez mientras te daba igual si te tomabas dos o tres. A veces estaba bien. Y siguiendo las directrices de un gobierno que no habla por su país estamos viendo como prohibición tras prohibición uno cae en la apatía. Tal vez podemos encontrar razón para seguir un día, dos o tres. Pero no dura, te acabas acordando que no puedes ir con tu madre a tu otra casa en el condado, por si te pillan y te multan. O que las fiestas clandestinas que tienes con tu pequeño y reducido grupo de siempre se ven afectadas por un miedo constante a ser pillado por la policía.</p><p>De verdad, ¿no estáis hartos ya? A lo mejor tendría que haberme quedado en España, y aunque no me pagasen un colchón económico y tuviera tantos caminos en la Naturaleza, podría seguir yendo de bares "más protegida" pero quedando más o menos igual con la gente de mi ciudad.</p><p>¿Por qué no hemos luchado por una cultura de música y reuniones al calor del fuego? ¿Por esta seguridad? Pues señor, quédesela y viva para siempre deprimido. Porque para estar así me acabo matando de otra cosa si no es de un puñetero virus maricón, posiblemente inventado, o cualquier cosa que sea que nos está volviendo locos durante un año de parón.</p><p>No se puede detener una vida por algo que es menor que una peste, o plaga. Lo que sea. Y digo esto porque ahora la diferencia es el modo de expansión. Y no digo por el aire, ni siquiera me refiero al virus. Ese virus está entre nosotros, es nuestro móvil, el Internet que usamos para estar "conectados" y que al mismo tiempo nos desconecta de los más cercanos. Ese Internet que usado como arma de miedo y persuasión puede confurdirnos tanto hasta el punto de paralarizarnos.</p><p>Señores, estoy harta de vivir y no vivir del todo. Estoy harta de intentar encontrar excusas para mantenerme activa en un mundo, o país, que no está fomentando más que el comer, dormir... y a veces ni follar. Perdonad mi lenguaje pero aunque no suene muy en mis cabales, estoy más lúcida que nunca.</p><p>Necesitaba explotar y lo he hecho. ¿Quién me sigue? </p>Meyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129237441599322108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255591.post-81761596352392497912021-02-16T21:51:00.000+01:002021-02-16T21:51:01.674+01:00Almost giving up<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DMvgwKFZZSo/YCwv9DXouQI/AAAAAAAACh8/Cf6IA2aH6gQoO8rfjgl9VLtYgxTEskOYACLcBGAsYHQ/s800/0ca8acbe7586b59e8f5001f27f494080.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="541" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DMvgwKFZZSo/YCwv9DXouQI/AAAAAAAACh8/Cf6IA2aH6gQoO8rfjgl9VLtYgxTEskOYACLcBGAsYHQ/w270-h400/0ca8acbe7586b59e8f5001f27f494080.jpg" width="270" /></a></div><br /><p>Today I was
about of giving up. I was finishing tasks of started things but really, I was
not motivated as I was days ago. And I guess it is part of the process. It’s
just ridiculous how a silly event can weight you down so badly.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">And I am
sharing this precisely because it can happen to anybody in this art world of
any. We need to keep believing in ourselves. And when somebody doesn’t seem to
see it we blame ourselves. No. That should not be the case but we do. We might
think there is something we aren’t doing right. Maybe we don’t ask enough, or
don’t share what is silly enough to be liked. Or we do not have time yet to
make videos talking about our live because it’s easier to just write about,
right?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Well, guys,
this will pass. Do you know the solution for that? Create more, fall in love
with your process and do one step at the time. Feel better about learning from
challenges that put you out of your comfort zone. And just be happy with the
fact that you care about your art, maybe there will be somebody who will feel
about that too (many perhaps!). But right now you focus on your self-confidence
and process.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Keep
looking for your voice, keep searching your message. You just started, and if
you have been trying for a long time, maybe you need to try another way that
you still feel ok with it. What I mean by this is, do not force it. Do not make
it sound like it is not you. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">I am very
closed myself, and I am starting to feel comfortable about letting people know
my feelings and process. And maybe I won’t feel confident by saying what I do
to certain people who according to my mind have their lives solved.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Well,
hello? We’re all in a crazy time in which everyone is trying to cope with it
the best they can. So let’s stop pretending that everything is fine. I am
copying with situation my way and I am glad to say it is making me fall in love
again with my art and myself. But it needs daily care. Daily trust. Daily
support. I need to believe it. Otherwise, there will be lacks when I talk about
it. At the end of the day it is me who is starting to recover from past issues,
not the person talking to. Because the most important thing to change in my
mind is that I do not need validation. I do not need to sell what I do as a way
to look more impressive. I just do it because I love doing it and it is a need
from my whole self. If a person does not like it is their problem. It is an aim
for me and I am lucky I found the way to release that stress, fear and anxiety.
<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">This is
what social media can do deep down if we rely so much on it. It can be a
helpful tool to reach people but it has also another dangerous edge that can
hurt deep down. And this is what needs to be reminded to the ones starting professionally
in this with their hobby. Balance it.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">I was lost
for a second, until I saw my zebras-amulets. Until I remembered the things I
still want to make for myself. You are welcome if you want to know the process.
It won’t be easy at first. But I hope that it gets more and more stable in
time. And if not, it is ok too. Relax and let it flow.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">16/2/21</p>Meyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129237441599322108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255591.post-24512586609981698672021-02-08T18:35:00.004+01:002021-02-09T15:19:28.143+01:00Inspiring thoughs on a cold sunday of February<p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: 700; white-space: pre-wrap;">Your thoughts matter</span></p><span id="docs-internal-guid-711cdf56-7fff-d3f5-75e3-66e181350b8c"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">This year has been a revelation for me, as I have explained in my last posts.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And it might sound like saying it again but the simple idea that comes with it is: the power of listening to our thoughts.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You see, I had to stop doing what I was doing (again, this week is the second time) to come here and let you know the thoughts flying around in my head before they disappeared. Like assisting a speaker’s lecture in which you are suddenly afraid of missing out some kind of wisdom: it might either come soon or is happening at the right moment that you focused on something else.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It is not a fairytale</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">These ideas I said in my last post might sound easier to say than to do, even draconian to you, I get it. I even think the same when I say them now while years back I was struggling in a black hole sobbing in tears and not knowing what to do. I did believe then I was making the same mistakes all over again. And for that I was being hard on myself, just like other people would be to me in the past.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">How did they come? I changed the radio frequency. - “What?”- Ok, I was being poetic. Basically I started listening to kinder words that my mind could echo. I slowly learned how to be patient and kind to myself.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Control your Self-talk: be kind to yourself</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The self-talk can do so much. If you make a mistake and you call yourself horrid words, you end up believing that this is what you are. And you don’t leave any room for guidance as you are closing your door to that.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But! When you start being kind to yourself and saying for example: 1) that those mistakes are part of the path, 2) that self-pity is dreadful and you are a loving thing learning its way in their own pace, you start opening new doors. You actually begin to accept yourself for the good things you are, internally first and externally later.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Then, the magic comes, because you are in the channel of love and positive thoughts. If you let yourself be heard, be playful, you will genuinely enjoy your own company.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Get to know you to become more interesting to your eyes</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Of course, once you look at your values your desire for what others have or are will feel not as important as your own self-discovery. You will have plenty of time to understand yourself, to get to know you, to fall in love with you, and to not to take you for granted. It is a miracle to be able to wake up every morning and be you!</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The power of Silence</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Then, the silence. What is the silence once you are not afraid of sitting with you? Ok, let’s consider a relaxing tone in the background something halfway to silence but not a distraction. Your thoughts will start to be heard louder and louder. Your ideas will come to you and it’ll be in you to either take them or ignore them. Silence for me is an open door to relaxation and phrases that start forming in my mind, so that I can share them with you. And for that you need a slow living, slow pace, like we are being forced to have.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You can choose to complain every day about the awful situation that does not let you keep on with your monotony of work and fast living. Or you can surrender to a slow living that it’ll bring you more joy and wisdom than bad moments. Of course, not everyday is the same, not always is easy, but a slow and relaxing routine can help. Also, treat yourself! Play and do whatever you want, not what you must do. Give yourself some time to enjoy that you are alive and that you are creative deep inside. Because, guess what, we all are! It is described by some as our “inner child”or “inner artist”. And that lovely entity is there to help you.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Journaling</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Another new habit I have incorporated into my routine is to journal, to write every morning once I get up three pages of hand-written thoughts that my mind needs to release. It might sound stupid, it might sound a waste of time. It is not for me, I am letting my inner thoughts to let go of the dirt in the background. The hate and the gratefulness, the joy and the regret. And by doing this I am cleaning myself of non useful thoughts that are mere distractions. So that I can go easier with me on my day. Sometimes they’ll get me grim, of course, because it’ll make me think of it, like when you remove dirt that was under a rag. But then I will focus on another tool to fill my day with positive thinking: to go back to myself and my creations, in any way (cooking, reading, writing, painting, sketching, even singing!).</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Be constant</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Nobody said it was easy or quickly done. It needs constant care, like our body and mind, we need to be mindful of what we need to feel better and grateful for being here. And I can prove that works even on your closest circle. Because once you see the change in yourself, you just spread it out, it is contagious!</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Patience with yourself with get you further than you think</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">So in conclusion, be patient with yourself, look inwards to what you have, instead of aiming to what others have (it might also be an illusion or that you are idealizing that person’s gifts). Get inspired by what is good that others have to offer in order to start this beautiful path that is your best life. And be gentle with the process. Slow living requires a slow path but way more fulfilling for our souls than what we have been taught to be. And the best of all, it’ll need less investment on treatments for stress and depression. At least I hope!</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I really wish these small pieces of advice from my own experience can enlighten your path.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Much love, magic and joy everyone!</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9R5ZErMnn0k/YCKZqeMs_DI/AAAAAAAAChw/Jz0ts5sHMM4mQLEj4ZB1I1EYetzOX7V1gCLcBGAsYHQ/s564/54800d0e50c74eda88cb48da366604ac.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="295" data-original-width="564" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9R5ZErMnn0k/YCKZqeMs_DI/AAAAAAAAChw/Jz0ts5sHMM4mQLEj4ZB1I1EYetzOX7V1gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/54800d0e50c74eda88cb48da366604ac.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;">07/02/21</span></div></span>Meyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129237441599322108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255591.post-21066385670483675472021-02-02T15:50:00.001+01:002021-02-02T15:50:48.632+01:00Create as an act of rebelion<p>To create is an act of rebelion</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Because it’s
an act of self-love at the same time.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">You end by
being content with what you make,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Instead of
believing you’ll be happy by the things you own.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;"><br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Creation reveals the true values of Nature<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Because we
are becoming creators as well intead of consumers.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">We are
starting to think of our own,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">And realize
that there is something else of what is told:<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">That
non-visible magic that starts to appear if we listen carefully.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;"><br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">So don’t be
afraid of listening to your voice,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Do not be
afraid of being with yourself, even in silence.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Surrender
to the unknown to discover that there’s nothing to be afraid of.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">It’s just
that part of you that was waiting for you to pay attention.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">It could be
that child that has been whispering to you in the night,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">While you
preferred to sleep and let the idea go.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Because
they rarely go back, just the more insistent ones.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">So focus
and listen. Be ready for their arrival and take notes next time.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">You will
get amazed by the ideas you can get once you start listening.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Once you
start making things your brain just creates more forms of creation.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">I am writing
this while I was crafting. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">I just
choose to listen to these thoughts instead of letting them for later. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Because I
learnt that maybe there is no later.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">So act now,
create now and enjoy the process of opening up to it, slowly.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">You are
welcome... try and experiment with it.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">2/2/21</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DABZmUKJGFo/YBlmvPBw-5I/AAAAAAAAChE/I3uAYZ4ezl8SDQtWzyoJ45O5K3RQHd3ewCLcBGAsYHQ/s1023/yo%2B1%2Bedit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="483" data-original-width="1023" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DABZmUKJGFo/YBlmvPBw-5I/AAAAAAAAChE/I3uAYZ4ezl8SDQtWzyoJ45O5K3RQHd3ewCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/yo%2B1%2Bedit.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;"><br /></span><p></p>Meyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129237441599322108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255591.post-85661237673436961762020-11-15T19:49:00.007+01:002020-11-15T19:49:53.695+01:00Sunday's Thoughts<p> Las capas que nos añadimos de la que necesitamos liberarnos, como una serpiente mudando piel, transformándose. Esa piel muerta que pueden ser nuestros miedos y pensamientos preconcebidos no deja de ser más que gramos de peso que se acumula en nuestra espalda y subsconciente.</p><p>Capas grises de mugre que nos invaden y de la que tenemos que purgarnos.</p><p>El ruido a veces no nos deja ver quien somos realmente, o donde está el camino que debemos intuir.</p><p>Al desconectarnos tantas veces de la naturaleza y nuestro instinto, llega un momento que esa vocecita se va apagando... hasta que paramos a escuchar con detenimiento. Frenamos en seco nuestra vida acelerada y escuchamos con atención. No paramos por miedo, no paramos para encontrar otra distracción, sino para tomar impulso sabiendo que nuestra conciencia está siendo guiada por nuestro instinto.</p><p>A veces el camino más corto no es el que nos lleva más rápido a la meta. Y de todas formas, ¿por qué es tan importante el final? Todo hecho para un resultado inmediato, los largos procesos nos aburren, nos desmotivan y nos hacen deambular perdidos.</p><p>La incertidumbre nos agota, nos aterroriza.</p><p>Hasta que los más valientes se zambullen en las aguas del mar más salvaje y ven que se puede nadar perfectamente. Se adquiere esa adrenalina que nos anima a seguir siguiendo este nuevo camino lleno de misterio y magia. El proceso es maravilloso, nos llena de energía positiva y nos amplifica el amor hacia nosotros. Estar "en la zona" debe ser nuestra adicción o al menos llenarnos lo suficiente para recordar que siempre podemos volver a sentirnos así. Es momentáneo pero dependiendo de las veces que nos zambullamos en ella, más veces podemos disfrutar del sentimiento.</p><p>Ese vértigo no es malo una vez deja entrever lo que se puede conseguir con un poco de esfuerzo y sobre todo, pasión.</p><p>Enriquece el alma ver que si tenemos dedicación y pasión podemos crear cosas maravillosas.</p><p>Y es que somos portadores de mensajes, de luz, de magia. No somos más que voces dormidas que necesitan desprenderse de prejuicios y miedo como capas de cebolla para brillar y proclamar más alto el mensaje. </p><p>Pero ¿qué mensaje? Cada uno tendrá el suyo, el de la experiencia, el del amor, el de la unidad. Estamos hechos todos de los mismos pedacitos y podemos ver partes de nosotros en las personas más cercanas a nuestro círculo. O de otra manera nuestro ser se beneficiará de cada persona en nuestro camino, igualmente que nosotros llenaremos una parte de su existencia con nuestra experiencia.</p><p>Simplemente, no olvidéis que la individualidad nos deprime, reprime y apacigua. Nos aletarga y nos hace olvidar nuestro propósito. No estamos aquí para compararnos sino para inspirarnos. No somos rivales, sino un equipo. No nos hace bien restarnos, sino sumar más experiencias a nuestra vivencia.</p><p>Incluso si estas experiencias son difíciles. Sentimos, para bien y para mal. Pero el truco está en recordarnos los buenos momentos, en darles importancia, en festejarlos. Creando un adversario tan poderoso como el dolor que puede rompernos parcialmente y momentáneamente.</p><p>Estamos hechos para cambiar, estamos creados para evolucionar. No ganaremos nada siguiendo en un camino sin propósito alentado por la avaricia y el egoísmo. Corrompidos por invenciones del pasado ante la imposibilidad de saciar nuestro apetito de lo simple, creando un arma para atar nuestras almas a lo material y olvidando con ello el mundo espiritual.</p><p>No olvidemos el poder que tenemos cuando ponemos nuestra energía en ello. Puede ser difícil de creer por no poderlo abarcar. Pero si los niños pueden experimentar y creer en la magia, y crear lazos de amistad sin prejuicio, vivir con intensidad, algo deberíamos tomar de ejemplo de tal filosofía de vida.</p><p>Vive intensamente, ama intensamente. Porque mañana se te podría acabar la partida.</p><p><br /></p><p>15/11/20</p>Meyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129237441599322108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255591.post-75586990332497057682020-10-08T14:16:00.000+02:002021-01-29T14:25:16.555+01:00Certain uncertainties<p> </p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">Even in the most uncertain
setting<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">I look at you like a new
breeze:<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">Dreamy eyes and gentle smile,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">Writing over certainties of
your day.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">And I can’t help but look away
of shyness<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">Getting back to my matters<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">While your breathing becomes
my background sound<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">And your singing my distant
memory.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">I don’t want to fall in love.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">It brought too much pain <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">that I can hardly move
anymore.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">I believed that I was done.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">And another day came to shine,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">Another reading while time
passed.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">Gentle talk and smiles as
precious breaks<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">Of two broken hearts that came
to confine<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">In a small comfy corner of new
rise.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">Yes, we rose in a smoke of
fear and wonder,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">And yet we trembled words of
self-sufficient beings<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">At a time that we really
thought of wishing for hope,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">In a moment that we daydreamed
for more.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">And we looked for new
sensations<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">Covering even parts of our day
that were out of plan,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">Living in a vast stormy
realization<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">That we would not be the same
after all.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">I come across your deep
believes and I thought<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">That I would never be seen in
a true way<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">So I left myself be intuitive
and honest<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">Bringing all the wisdom that
came through life.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">The crack of a voice,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">The breakdown of a memory,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">The pretending and not
wanting,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">Trying to be enough but
wishing more.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">And the starts whispered to us<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">And the words came out in a
flow<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">Like a burst of clean water.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">But it couldn’t be true, no.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">Untrue is just a feeling in
the heart<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">That breaks through the breath
system<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">Making no noise but leaving a
weight hard<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">To erase if not setting it out
free to talk.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;"> And yes, we talked of
certain uncertainties<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">Believing to be unsurely sure
that we were<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">Apart from the world and
together in a room<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">Feeling united in a unique way
of feeling<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">That fear might brush away in
the dust.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">But dawn came and nothing went
lost<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">Just two souls crying for an
understanding hug<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">A real connection that came
too sudden and calm.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">And the empty city was witness
of our laugh.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">Living behind the danger of a
sudden fall<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">Into the arms of a invisible
harm and disbelief<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">Not believing being more true
than our ... love?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;"> </span>8/8/20 (Original piece)<span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/62/Starsinthesky.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="512" data-original-width="800" height="205" src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/62/Starsinthesky.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">Certain Uncertainties<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">Even in the most uncertain
setting<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">I look at you like a new
breeze:<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">Dreamy eyes and gentle smile,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">Writing over certainties of
your day.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">And I can’t help but look away
of shyness<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">Getting back to my matters<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">While your breathing becomes
my background sound<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">And your singing my distant
memory.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">And another day came to shine,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">Time reading talks and smiling
to breaks<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">Of two broken hearts that came
to confine<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">In a small comfy corner of new
rise.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">Yes, we rose in a smoke of
fear and wonder,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">And yet we trembled words of
self-sufficient beings<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">At a time that we really
thought of wishing for hope,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">In a moment that we daydreamed
for more.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">And we looked for new
sensations<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">Covering even parts of our day
that were out of plan,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">Living in a vast stormy
realization<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">That we would not be the same
after all.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">The crack of a voice,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">The breakdown of a memory,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">The pretending and not
wanting,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">Trying to be enough but
wishing more.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">And the starts whispered to us<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">And the words came out in a
flow<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">Like a burst of clean water.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">But it couldn’t be true, no.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">Untrue is just a feeling in
the heart<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">That breaks through the breath
system<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">Making no noise but leaving a
weight hard<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">To erase if not setting it out
free to talk.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;"> And yes, we talked of certain
uncertainties<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">Believing to be unsurely sure
that we were<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">Apart from the world and
together in a room<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">Feeling united in a unique way
of feeling<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">That fear might brush away in
the dust.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">But dawn came and nothing went
lost<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">Just two souls crying for an understanding
hug<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-IE" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-IE; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: ES;">A real connection that came
too sudden and calm.<o:p></o:p></span></p>(piece submitted to WESTIVAL 2020)Meyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129237441599322108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255591.post-39129779440433870802020-09-13T14:18:00.000+02:002021-01-29T14:26:33.655+01:00Self-Locked<p> <u><span lang="EN-IE">1<sup>st</sup>
Phase of a personal lockdown</span></u></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Self-locked<o:p></o:p></span></u></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Denial
brought my world into a still state<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Blocking feelings,
into fantasy immerse.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Nice escape
for a scared human being<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">But the
blanket won’t fight the ghosts again.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Closing
eyes to an open heart fully aware<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Of mumbling
steps on tiptoes towards the unknown<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Where have
the path gone?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Breathe and
dream that reality becomes fair.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">For a time
and a place no longer valid.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">For a state
of mind that squirm itself.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Can dreams
lift a heavy heart?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Maybe
visuals can show me a turn<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Where I do
not fear the invisible<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Where reality
is a fake illusion made.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">So close
your eyes and go inwards<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Hold my
hand and embrace me<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">I will
whisper t’ you: “hope”, “calm”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Even if tears
follow the warmth.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">I feel that
I fell much better <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Down a
rabbit hole much more <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Comfy,
reversed, sound.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Where the
tree’s tears can hug me.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">I have lost
all good sense,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Or the bad
just left me<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Well
attended and hopeful<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">That
hopeless is not ingredient for my world.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Fear comes
and goes as a still stranger.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Certainty
was never certain.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Just a mere
smile before sleep:<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Someday all
this will be a bad dream.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">13/9/2020</p><p class="MsoNormal">2nd piece submitted to WESTIVAL 2020</p>Meyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129237441599322108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255591.post-15750768300615788902020-09-06T16:32:00.001+02:002020-09-06T16:32:07.017+02:00Connections <p> She woke up
another day having taken another sip of affection into her dreams</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Those eyes
that told her more deeply than words could explain<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">That hug in
search of a momentary sanctuary to hold onto against the fears<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Even if
love was not part of the plan their moments transcended and remained.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Connections
are sometimes matter of a moment that last forever<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Becoming
another layer of a hidden personality open up for an instant<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">And she
treasures in her mind every single pearl she got out that<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Would it be
that difficult to put into words?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">That energy
exchange will be part of her forever<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">It is almost
never something meaningless.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">That
reflection of affection is what could drain her every day<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Exchanges
of energies that were in need of truth<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Why it is
so difficult to be vulnerable, to be real?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">And a
lonely soul, broken just in part, came to hang<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">A deep
light of reality turned into dreams<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">No need to
close the eyes looking for wonders <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Dreams were
now part of a listener in a world of advice. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">As reality became
an illusion in a surreal disguise.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">And the
girl smiled at the thought of the past<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">As a path
to conduct her to a reunion<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">With who
united with would make her realize<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">That always
belonged to what that emptiness awaited for.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">6.9.20</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-IE" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">[Net Art]</span></p>Meyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129237441599322108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255591.post-66140124265806934522020-08-31T13:38:00.002+02:002020-08-31T13:45:06.002+02:00Yo voy primero<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Looking
back at a black shadow</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">That
internally tried to melt, </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Passing
unnoticed to most people,</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">And when
seen she would avoid problem</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Giving
herself completely to other selves.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">What is
left of that grey soul long ago under sheet?</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Reborn
happened from cracks and shouts,</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Crying for
a different self, different life,</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Opening the
eyes to a new welcome.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">If selfish vision
to internal need isn’t valued,</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">A quick
look back will turn her into thoughts,</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">A storm of
regretful voices will try to turn her down.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">A new
day comes and with it another old layer gone.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">What is
left of a shut mouth and frightened mind?</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Wings in
her brain along with her hands</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Creating a way
to fight back and fighting a way out. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Not a hide
under the sheets of fantasy anymore,</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Nor a need
for negation of herself of her wanting.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">The fight
will last shorter and direct her to the north,</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Always
finding more paths towards her discovery:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">That land
of virtues and treasures and enigmas.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Pleasures
and tears that will gratify her with fully lived life.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">31.8.20 </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QaxbQAAMwio/X0zib5__DFI/AAAAAAAACfk/2AB8zAft6KQfAEJ3OsiYwHiJUSIK3T3KQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/2020-03-10%2B13.39.52.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QaxbQAAMwio/X0zib5__DFI/AAAAAAAACfk/2AB8zAft6KQfAEJ3OsiYwHiJUSIK3T3KQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/2020-03-10%2B13.39.52.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;"><br /></span><p></p>
Meyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129237441599322108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255591.post-546122746520986152020-08-17T14:22:00.000+02:002021-01-29T14:25:51.403+01:00Arte contra el maltrato<p>Es fácil controlar cuando hacer a esa persona sentir pequeña.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Puedes moldear sus pensamientos cuando le planteas que todo
a su alrededor es peligroso.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Y si no sabe tanto como quisiera y se siente impotente,
usarás ese vacío para mantenerla a raya.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Nunca será suficiente, sin importar lo mucho que se
esfuerce.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Es curioso como tanta gente (padres) pueden reflejar su
falta de autoestima sobre otras personas más débiles, sintiéndose así líderes
de títeres a su merced, ampliando su ego.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Hoy miro a cómo el arte me ayudo a expresar lo que no me
atrevía a decir en voz alta.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Aún recuerdo tantos modos de expresar control y miedo a
salir de esa zona de confort.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Hasta que lo hice. Me escapé de ese maltrato psicológico.
Pero ahora ese mensaje se queda en cierta parte en mí, dándome miedo a cada
reto que se presenta. Encendiendo la llama del pánico cada vez que algo está
fuera de lo usual o algo se avecina que es desconocido. Porque me han enseñado
que el mundo es un lugar peligroso y que no estoy preparada para él.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">El amor dependiente puede doler tanto como una paliza.
Simplemente modula a una forma como una roca es moldeado por el mar. Araña la
superficie cada día hasta que la herida y cicatriz sin curar da paso a una
oquedad.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Has mancillado la confianza que pudiera tener en ti, y has
hecho que busque eso como algo normal en gente a mi alrededor. Y que me merezca
el hecho de ser despreciada y usada. Total, no valgo nada, no?</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Es trabajo arduo volver a enderezar una planta que se ha
torcido por el peso del miedo infligido. Pero me alegro que tengo herramientas
que me ayudan a sacarlo, inconscientemente, o en un intento de liberarme. Te
agradezco el hecho de que necesitase ser artista. Porque me ha creado un mundo
lleno de posibilidades para explorarme y darme a valer por mí misma. Todo lo
que soy no es “suerte”. Todo lo que tengo lo he trabajado, y es valioso. Yo
tengo valor y me lo estoy dando. Y puedo empujarme hasta todas las
posibilidades que no creí posibles. </p>
<p class="MsoNormal">El mundo y el universo es un lugar ameno si lo recibes con gratitud
y esperanza. El mundo y la vida que te da puede ser maravillosa si sabes
focalizar en las oportunidades que te da. Eres preciosa como eres, deja de
pretender ser quien no eres, en vez de buscarte a ti misma.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">17/8/2020</p><p class="MsoNormal">Self-Talk</p>Meyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129237441599322108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255591.post-90089166791593559392020-08-16T13:01:00.007+02:002020-08-16T13:03:03.053+02:00Reason to be-like Zebras<p class="MsoNormal"> <span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Why a
zebra?</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Beauty is
part of their pattern </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">It just
holds a lot of meanings for me</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Lines,
cracks, a jail within </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">But those
stripes create also flows</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">They shape
their body</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">They make
them exotic and unique.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Even if
they try to hide in their group</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">They are beautiful
individually</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Even if
they rather being part of a social bond</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Their unity
makes them stronger against danger</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">But their
individuality makes them special when noticed.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">From dark skin
to light stripes.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">An animal
can tell a story</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">It can symbolize
our humanity</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">The chosen
enigma </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">For a person
who need a way out.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">The Zebra
is my animal identity </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Which one
will you choose to speak for you?</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Sunday 16/8/20 <br /></span></p>
Meyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129237441599322108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255591.post-73350970297412576512020-08-16T12:59:00.004+02:002020-08-16T13:08:46.293+02:00Hide and Seek<p class="MsoNormal"> <span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">We hide
ourselves in Art</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">But what we
discover in time is that we end up discovering ourselves:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">The most
genuine version</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">The one
that feels vulnerable when seen.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">But what if
uncovering you and expressing your stories</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">You actually
connect with more people than you thought?</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">We long for
connection and the only way to find it is by being ourselves.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">In my case,
what it was an escape from reality turned into a need, </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">A call for
help from that whisper that needed to speak up,</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">And by
helping myself I turned around and saw the truth in people’s eyes.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">So when I
portrait them I get all their energy, the intensity they feel.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Seeing with
other eyes through flesh and masks, through walls.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">It can be
too much sometimes,</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Like
penetrating in secret chambers.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">But in the
end is enriching for me and for the person I see.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">That
special connection I feel while creating it won’t go away</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Those
feelings that person transmitted through their soul will remain </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">In me, in
the portrait, for whoever can see it.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5iZRxN4ysZk/XzkTrm-ojHI/AAAAAAAACfQ/WDIhcRthWqYNNoZxEh9sU4czcTmKnmpqwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/IMG_20200816_113612_919.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="836" data-original-width="1080" height="309" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5iZRxN4ysZk/XzkTrm-ojHI/AAAAAAAACfQ/WDIhcRthWqYNNoZxEh9sU4czcTmKnmpqwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h309/IMG_20200816_113612_919.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-05xIXjC9VsM/XzkTPWHCVoI/AAAAAAAACfI/9cBXtpp1hmwkxmSe3T_1N4QOurXKxFMzQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1794/IMG_20200816_113612_919.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></span></div><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;"> </span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IE;">Sunday 16/8/20 <br /></span></p>
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