Saturday, August 31, 2013

Moon, you know.....


The most beautiful moon I ever saw remains in my memory like a beautiful photo
Tears full of ilusion, distress, happiness...  the magic of living and being a human being.....
Oh, moon....  you are so beautiful.
Only you know my secrets.....    secrets from an imperfect person trying to find something in somewhere....   an endless task....  an unachievable task.  You know my secrets Moon, but I will never know yours...

Moon, I am imperfect....  but you let me feel so complete, because you inspire me poetry
Moon, I know you can remember the first kiss and the first disappointment

...you know...      everything has changed.
...you know.



Picture from: http://www.zastavki.com/pictures/1600x1200/2009/Nature_Clouds_Night_sky_014305_.jpg

Friday, August 16, 2013

Being free... What does it really mean?



When I was a child I thought that freedom was related to how much time I could spend playing with my friends in the garden. Going to school and doing my homeworks with my mom observing meant that I was not free.  And I wished it - being free to do what I want, in those days simply playing and playing, without eating or having bath. Therefore, my plans as a child was to become some sort of animal like a pig. This represented the freedom I wanted. Thanks God, time passed and I grew up changing my thoughts.

In adolescence phase, freedom was interpreted by me as the power of being different from others. If I could be different, I was free so. However, I felt like a snail moving in a slowly way towards my objectives. My objectives were all mixed with personal problems all created by me. So, when the school days finished I decided to find my own world. I decided to go to university but with no friends at all. Isolated, but protected from the silly things that society was offereing me. Protected, but not free.

Now, in the end of my course at my dreamed university I can see thinks in a different way. Freedom is not related to things you can do in the time you want, or say things you want to say to any person at any time. Freedom is to be able to understand your feelings, controlling your emotions and understanding why you feel them. Freedom is to be able to interact with others and with yourself. Freedom is to have free access to your instincts and control them.

In my way of thinking, being free means........     something that you can fell only, not to express. It is something that neither destroy you nor people that surround you.




Picture from: http://www.hooping.org/2011/03/this-is-for-all-the-lonely-hoopers/beingfree/


Monday, August 5, 2013

Bautiful morning at beach!



Good friends, good books and sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life. (Mark Twain), but...   ...Only a life lived for others is a life worthwhile. (Albert Einstein)