Silent Weekend

"Love of neighbour is thus shown to be possible in the way proclaimed by the Bible, by Jesus. It consists in the very fact that, in God and with God, I love even the person whom I do not like or even know. This can only take place on the basis of an intimate encounter with God, an encounter which has become a communion of will, even affecting my feelings."

Benedict XVI
Encyclical Letter DEUS CARITAS EST
photo: John Hui Kim "Your Silence"

Reflections of the Spring

This weekend I went to Fatima...
It was a start of some moments of reflection.
Climbing to an high mountain where we just can ear the birds singing, the whisper of wind in the tree's arms, seeing the grass dancing movements or a runnig fly of a bird, feeling the clouds on the face and the wet smell of the feathers brings to me a durable peace and quitness to my senses.
My coleague take this week off for hollydays so I'm alone in the office.
I've always the radio on but being alone brings me some silence thoughts that cannot be shared... just reflected...
It's curious that this reflective time, with the necessity of get into our heart, our soul, having an introspective actitude, it doesn't come at the cold, uncolored and dark months when the fall leaves the trees off of their dresses but come with the spring active movements of the birds, the butterflies, the flowers, the feathers, the sun, the life itselfs...
Why this time to stop, to close the eyes, to look deep inside of me?
Yes.
I think all of this have a reason.
Only in this time we can discouver how all this beauty is reflected inside of me...
Discovering how can we have an active spirit movement,... an high sky looking throw the concept of our values,... a colored paint of our feelings,... a perfumed breath of our words... a perfect reticulated shape design of the main veins of our life.
It must exist a spring, at least, every year in our life. We must let the spring lead us to a new generated life...
That is what I will be praying for all next weekend in the silence of this joyfull, musical, unstopble spring time, by praying and directing all my atention to the One that created it and gave it all to us... to LIVE...

New World

There are so many things, notices, images, that shows the worsest things in the world and only a few showing the highness, the lovely, the perfection of this great creation where we LIVE and wich we are really made of.

There was a time when I thought that if we shouted this LIVE more and more, higher and higher we could be heard sometime.

But now I'm shure that, sometimes, our silent words transposed to our LIVIng acts, could be the best shouting voice we could give.

I was looking to the sea, and there's nothing like letting our spirit float by the wings of the dream upon this fresh salted wind that rides us beyond this living nature, this nature force, to a place where everything is so consistent, so perfect, so mature, so aLIVE. I want to take part in the creation of this New World where anybody could LIVE.

Garden of Pleasures

This morning, I waked up with the "Garden of Senses" melody in my head. This kind of things are happening often in this last times and I don't know why. Or.. may be yes,... "Music was [almost] my first Love and it will be my last" as John Miles sings, so it is natural that it LIVEs on many places of my sub-conscious.
I started thinking 'why that music?' (I don't hear it since a long, long time)

For many years and still now, Vangelis has my admiration, specially as a composer.
One thing that it is really amazing is how he can enter in all the context of the music.. and LIVE the feelings that surrounds all the pictures, all the colors, all the breathes that the music can transmit.
When we hear the "China" album or the "1492" we are transported immediately to the scene of the theme, to the time of the picture, to the feelings... all the feelings that are behind the rythm, the notes, the melody,... the softly touch of each instrument, the gratest entusiasm of the orchestra...

May be that's why I love so much being, creating and LIVE in the Imagination Scenaries, transporting to our reality, in all ways,.. visual,.. mental,.. spiritual,... all the reachness of such imaginated worlds.
We can LIVE without them, for sure... But life could be so much pleasured if we paint it with this imaginated world music colors.
We can turn our life into this garden of senses where we breathe this music, this magic, this new world, this feeling of been aLIVE anywhere else and being present, here, today, at the same time, where we can sing the true colors of love through an open and freely heart.
Yes. There is that garden on my mind where I know that I want to LIVE.

"Days of the garden.
Days in the sun.
Warm in my secret.
Lost in your eyes.

Love, sweet as water.
Love, sweet as wine.

(...)

Sing with your heart (hold me, hold me)

With your heart
With your heart
With your heart
With your heart
With your heart"

From, "Page Of Life" album
Vangelis
Demo

SHE

(photo: Mando Gomez - Woman in Red)

To all the woman in the world,
known and unknown,
alive or imortalized,
forgotten or memorized,
hopping that I can remember them
each day of the year,
each second of the day,
respecting and loving them more and more.
Because
She, is more than a looking sight,
More than a home where I arrive
More than a shelter, warmy, at night
She is the music I wish to see...
And tunes my smile to be alive!

And only music can make it so bright.

"She
May be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She May be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
She
May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell
She
Who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She
May be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I'll remember till the day I die
She
May be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough in ready years
Me I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is
She
She, oh she"

SHE, Elvis Costello
Demo

There will be a time, a moment, when we won't need to be part of a big web community to share with all mankind what we realy feel, what we need to say, what my LIVing life is made of.
Somehow, we are expecting that someone, someday, would create for us that virtual world where we'll be in continuous connection; so there is no reason to think about it now.
Wrong. There is a light upon you that focus your life, to be and take part of this universal need of expressing ourselfs today, saying our feelings in the lines of comunications, being in a universal selfconscious status. We can be always in touch.
I would like to feel the light of your life and share your, mine, our reasons to LIVE.
Cause we never feel the same...
Cause we never use the same words...
Cause we might be aparted of life and unknow that there is always one more reason to LIVE.
LIVE!