Every summer the walls of an aqueduct at the banks of the river are plenty of land snails. They take into advantage the humidity of the morning to cross the path for climbing the cement walls. Do they run away avoiding  being trodden or simple  preferring to have a sunbath? Maybe they know that they are being observed.


Mind is able to be young ever after

“People grow old only by deserting their ideals, Macarthur had written. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up interest wrinkles the soul. You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt; as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fear; as young as your hope as old as your […]

via How Old Are You? — Mind and Life Matters

Updating my chaos

ImageThis morning I awoke trying to look for the Inspiration. I look it for under the bed, at the bathroom, looking through the window observing people faces. I read my mail, my social networks,… At the swimming-pool I was looking at the sky when some lightning bolts appeared and then the storm. Everybody was running picking up the towels toward the locker rooms, and nothing, no inspiration for me. Coming back home, cooking and sitting on the sofa. But a moment ago, when I’ve opened my computer, I’ve discovered my cat Margarita just staring at me with her beautiful eyes and it is just then, precisely then,when the Inspiration has come back to me from somewhere and I’ve begun to write on this page.

It is a long time…

What happens in one´s mind is very difficult to express sometimes, especially when you´ve got a pain. It is  a very  long time that I don´t write on this page. Many things to do and  feel meanwhile.

I am so exhausted that it is like I´d have dropped my heart and nothing, nothing was in it. Fortunately, I am reacting and I am going to charge it again.

Waiting for the concert

IMG_20160328_144910980IMG_20160328_141321093IMG_20160328_125635758IMG_20160328_141218340Yes, it was a surprise, Bruce Springten in the Madison Square Garden just the day we were visiting it. We had arranged a guide tour in the stadium and from time to time we listened to the eco of the rehersal of his musicians. Once we arrived to the stands and watched the equipments of people preparing everything I was terribly bad because I knew that, perhaps, I had lost  the only opportunity in my life to watch The Boss in New York.