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It’s not hard to break a wall with a spoon

Broken wall @yellowsubwooferWhen I first saw the wall I didn’t recognize it. Then the wall started blocking my view, so I didn’t recognized my world anymore.

All these stereotypes, structured thoughts, brain connections, interpretations. I need to challenge them at one point. All your ideas, and the way we should act, should react. It’s just geometric blocking shapes, we’re trapped in a black square – with all our actions and movements going around and around.

Hard to break a wall when all you have is the power of a spoon, a nail. But then you silently cut through the first brick – and a familiar light comes to you, and the tree you knew so well, with its comforting shade and colors, and that’s all you need. And your spoon is now a hammer, and you won’t stop.

The picture above shows art on a wall inside an abandoned farm in Coin, Andalusia. The  thoughts came after listening to “Country Feedback” by R.E.M.

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Walk unafraid – Like a child on his adventure journey

It’s been a while since my last post. It’s been a while since I embraced uncertainity and made it an enjoyable path towards what today will bring. I stood up and started walking, instead of sitting still and waiting for tomorrow to come.

I looked at my son, and saw amazing treasures and hidden dreams into the black windows of this old factory. I looked past the building and there was the most amazing Andalusian landscape covering the horizon.

And here we are, with our little Spiderman flashlights – walking unafraid on broken bricks and torn TVs, under the sun. We are not ready to write the whole history – but I believe we can write today.

Note: This amazing abandoned clothing factory lies on a hill, just outside Alhaurin el Grande, Malaga. This was the last picture I took with my iPhone 4S, just a month ago  – before finally switching to the 7S.

Quickly around the world and back. (Remembering memory)

It is still early morning at Mijas Heights, but I see it as red sunset already.

We have been around the world and back, we have changed our perspective so many times.

Today I need something old, something I already own, something at the bottom of the box, dusty, mine. Something not twitteable, likeable, commentable, shareable. Maybe is the  the memory of who I am. The feeling behind old pictures. I need clear, measurable, colored memory.

(How can you understand your time off is the only time on you have left)

Do you remember? We didnt have all of this, all this information, all this hectic, mad, duplication, multiplication…I am lost inside a tick tock vertigo of wars, elections, technology, advertisement.
We were smaller. Our world was smaller. Friendship, aquaintances, the crossroad, the school, the neighborhood. Boring, somehow.
All this talk about minimalism. I dont know much about this, but I guess it is the need of simplicity. The simple – yet not socially wildly multiplicated – perspective of ourselves.

If still on this side of the fence

Committment is the key, no matter what. I mean, you really want to escape your daily routine, you want to build something new for your future, you have espectations on yourself. No question about that.

But how are you preparing yourself? What can you do today? Well, just do a little bit, just a little step ahead. Dont pressure yourself too much. Write the beginning of that letter – you’ll finish it tomorrow, but at least you have started something. Make that call. You can’t study that book all at once: start with the first page, then.

Ac. It doesnt matter if the goal is still miles away. You can look through your fence now, and see it shining in the distance.

Jail and the point of view

I feel paralized by my own point of view. Your view can imprison you. The iron bars are in front of your eyes only, I just keep looking at things from the same small angle perspective.

There is simmetry of thoughts in what blockes us. There is logical thinking builded with precision; and escaping means breaking the balance. We need courage to be able to close our eyes and open them again looking somewhere else.

Mi sento bloccato dal mio punto di vista. La tua visuale ti imprigiona. Le sbarre sono solo davanti ai tuoi occhi, non faccio che guardare le cose dalla stessa prospettiva angusta.

C’è simmetria di pensiero in ciò che ci immobilizza. Ci sono logiche costruite con precisione, dalle quali evadere equivale a rompere l’equilibrio. Ci vuole coraggio per chiudere gli occhi e riaprirli guardando altrove.

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