Being alive, feeling that you are alive is worth celebrating again and again. So youth is not limited, it is timeless, if you know the language of the heart, spiritual intoxication is given in the freshness of every day, the touch of the sun on the sea, the odour of nature, the colour of notes of beauty in our souls, sometimes with some tinge of pain because we are humans, but always in the blossom of life.
We are human beings, the mysterious creatures living in this awesome planet we call our home, cherishing us even we do not feel it all the time. Let us cherish it, with all its sunrises, sunsets, joys and sorrows and feel alive.
He paints pictures as some people write or make music to pour out their hearts, he is behind a curtain of dark loneliness.
“The Piano” that makes us travel to oceans inside us, invites us to think about our lives again, sets light to decide on our map, asks us to listen to our passion, inspires to send away everything that is suffocating us in this world full of undelightful things daring to be alone.
Love, that unique feeling we name everything after these days, that will fade when it touches the material things, belongings, but always attributed to them, increases the amount of purchase when named, in the quest of hearts that will embrace it.
A secret, dark love that shows itself slowly, dark, because nobody accepts it, secret, experienced at the ultimate depths, love that is “everywhere and nowhere”.
Who You Think I Am, Celle que Vous Croyez, Juliette Binoche, Safy Nebbov, Berlin International Film Festival, Camille Laurens’, François Civil, Nicole Garcia, Ibrahim Maalouf, Cortazar, Ella Fitzgerald, Love Comes Tumbling, U2,
What kind of love, passion can we speak of if we are afraid of having a “spiritual bleeding” as in Heinrich Böll’s “The Clown” Maybe we give others that dagger to others, if I feel that I have a heart is not it worth that pain, if I want to feel that I am a human being all the time, if I reject ordered love? If I want to throw away fear of the future that I don’t even know whether it will be? If I am ready to welcome the loneliness they will bring, if I prefer embracing my loneliness to suffocating hell of habits?
New roads have to be found, painful, thorny, roads trodden by bleeding feet and maybe the important thing is the road, just like in Jack Kerouac’s “On The Road.” Finding new roads, yes.
The beautiful things we experienced, the seconds we shared full of love, shiny days most people do not even dare to imagine, worth a few lives, having lived that happiness, what an awesome feeling.