White and green, snow and trees

Now that spring has definitely come (the 25+ degrees outside certify this) we will see no more snow. But some of us still think about winter. Passing through seasons is not always such an easy thing to do, especially if you are a dreamer (no, not me; not necessarily).

The word of the day: white.

Wall abstracts

Walls are just walls sometimes. And some other times they are more than walls.

Je me souviens

I remember few things if I look back to specific events. But I remember these things that I have actually lived. Lived in the true sense of living. Like a walk in the park. Like a line in a movie. Like a deep fragrance. Like a train ride. Oui, je me souviens peu de choses.
Quite funny if you think that "je me souviens" is the official motto of Quebec. The architect had these words carved in stone above the Quebec Parliament's door. And it is even funnier if you think that it appears that he has not left any document explicitly stating the intended meaning of the motto. Donc, je ne me souviens rien.

La tortue de la vie

Voila, une miroir.
Tu peux te voire -
Et tu es vieux.
Comme une tortue.

La tortue de la vie.
En passant au banlieu de ton coeur
Tu te souviens des sentiments.
C'est fragrant.

La lumière te montre
Seulement
Peu de choses.
Comme ça, tu mens.

Val Thorens

Skiing is an activity that somehow gives you freedom. The freedom to ski on your own tracks, the freedom to choose off-track routes (hence, the freedom to fall and laugh). The freedom to enjoy the clouds (up to even 3,500 meters), the freedom to ski through fog. Even though there are tracks designed by other humans that might restrict your freedom, you still have a huge palette of choices. In fact, this is life: joggling with choices in order to be/feel free.

[Val Thorens in daylight]







[Val Thorens at night]

Hier

La tempête vie dedans toi.
Et ton doigt
Montre l'horizon.

Malheuresement,
Rien est visible
Et Toujours n'existe pas.

Aujourd'hui est devenu passé
Tu peux mettre ton épaule.
Mais domage - elle est partie.

Sans rien dire.
Une mirage.
On a oublié d'sourire.

Reflejo[s] o pensamiento[s]?

Todos tenemos nuestras preguntas, y tal vez nunca respuestas. Sin embargo continuamos a preguntar. Eso es evolucion. Nada es cierto en este mundo, y nada mas inseguro que nuestro corazón. El universo entiero - una pregunta. Pero jamas contestable en su esencia.

En passant

Tiens !
C’est la vie même.
Ça marche devant tes yeux.
Et tu ne peux pas l’accaparer.

Tu peux pas dire « Arrête ! »
Et les hommes marchent
Sans tourner chez toi.
Ou est le charme du gris ?

Tu avais oublié que les roses sont roses,
Et il faut une événement choquant
Pour ouvrir ton esprit.
Tu avais oublié tant de choses !

Sky-ways

Aspiring to more, to higher, to straight, to pure, to the absolute. Wandering through heights, getting an infusion of light and truth, right in your face. Mixing life with deep artificiality renders humanity in oneself. But getting to acquire the meaning of life is the hardest part. some time ago I used to put equivalence marks between life and love, as I thought one derives from the other, and vice-versa. But recently I have realized that I know hardly anything about any of the two. It is more beautiful without knowing anything, though. At least this is what "Last tango in Paris" tells us. Meanwhile, mixing pure life onto a human mundane network, blended on a divine sky is what gets to me.