Thursday, May 19, 2016

MY FINAL MOMENT






 


MY FINAL MOMENT

There would be a moment,
a personal moment when I might be
ready to leave this place or this world
- whichever comes first -
this world of mine.
There would be a final call to blend in
to be all and nothing at all.
There would be a time in no time,
When I would love to hear this musical piece again...
These beats - like steps - to move on to another place,
to another time, another stage.
At that time, there would be no time for goodbyes.
I hate goodbyes. I really do.
Just a record of what I was would be left somewhere.
The echo of a non-ending name, or a date
but no address to be found.
An irrelevant name and two dates,
written on dirt, on stone;
Probably on a book of a registrar
the beginning and the end.
In the minds of some, a personal story, a token of friendship,
a couple of secrets somehow to be remembered
with no writer to write and no teller to tell.
Another permanently silent story to be deleted...

[By TheX]

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

PRINCE ON LIFE


PRINCE ON LIFE: 
A MAIN CORE QUESTION OR STATEMENT (!?)


Sunday, April 17, 2016

WHAT I HAVE LEARNED FROM THE ELEPHANTS... [LO QUE HE APRENDIDO DE LOS ELEFANTES...]




WHAT I HAVE LEARNED FROM THE ELEPHANTS 
LO QUE HE APRENDIDO DE LOS ELEFANTES. 

"Muchos 'no están listos' hasta que no te marchas'."

Wednesday, April 13, 2016

NO MIND... A MOMENT OF ZEN


NO  MIND... A MOMENT OF ZEN

Awareness Mind can never be intelligent - only no-mind is intelligent. Only no-mind is original and radical. Only no-mind is revolutionary - the revolution in action. This mind gives you a sort of stupor. Burdened by the memories of the past, burdened by the projections of the future, you go on living - at the minimum. You do not live at the maximum. Your flame remains very dim. Once you start dropping thoughts, the dust that you have collected in the past, the flame arises - clean, clear, alive, young. Your whole life becomes a flame, and a flame without any smoke. That is what awareness is.

[Osho - A Sudden Clash of Thunder]

Saturday, April 9, 2016

LITTLE BALL OF FIRE



LITTLE BALL OF FIRE
[April 7, 2016, Burlington, NC]

Every time I want to see her
- I look into the sky -
I think of her.

Her beautiful smile, her subtle motion, her naive comments or remarks all pictured in my crazy imagination. She invades my world with a cute and silent pause, her cute shyness, her sexy scent.

Sometimes I am lucky, she says she misses me.

I guess she would ever hardly notice the impact she makes in me when she gives me the chance to contemplate her sparkling eyes and the vulnerable nudity of her neck.  She might be right when she says I am a frantic monk with a disparate love for words whispering endearments with my pen making silly attempts to end preconceived bounds.

These backlighted light bulbs remind me of the colorful power, she brings into my life. So, she is like that little red ball of fire - out of the blue - always coming or showing up unexpectedly in the middle of my chaos.

She is even skeptical she could be a light of hope we all need - that I need - to wish and dream for another day...

[Text and Photography By Alfonso A.Tobar]

MATTER OF FACT... [UNA VERDAD VERIDICA...]

MATTER OF FACT...
"We are all trying to accomplish the same thing one way or another regardless of where live or where we ride. Where I live you can overanalyze or complicate things all you want but in the end riding is fundamental where you are..."


Brett Rheeder - This is Home from Ride Shimano on Vimeo.


UNA VERDAD VERIDICA...
"De una manera u otra todos buscamos lograr lo mismo, independiente de donde seamos o vengamos. En donde yo vivo, puedes analizar o complicar las cosas todo lo que tu quieras no obstante, es fundamental llevarlas a cabo..."

Tuesday, April 5, 2016

ONE MOMENT, ONE BREAK


ONE MOMENT, ONE BREAK...

When I can not compute
how, what, when, where or why,
I take the day off to go and shoot,
to observe the world and the people
...to put me at ease.

While driving or riding my bike,
I will steal a moment 
my camera will record in one or more frames,
a particular fruitful insight or
someone else's.

Hopefully, a fine view, 
my vision.

My reward, if there is any,
an intimate colorful image to remember,
or a black and white for the drama of life
a visual discovery of the daily routine,
to enjoy a moment or temporary circumstances:
one moment, one break.

That is my drug of choice - my leisure time.
So I can survive another day...

QU'EST-CE QU'ON EST BIEN ICI... [ LYRICS BY AIMEE ALLEN]





QU'EST-CE QU'ON EST BIEN ICI
[Lyrics by Aimee Allen/ L'Inexplicable)

Et si le jour il arrive que l'on perde l´éssence
Je saurais que je n'aurais pu comprendre d'avantage.

Tous les avants que j'adore
Les gouts délices de l'amour
Et les touchers sensuels
Je ne m'en aurai lassé - jamais.

Et si tu me laisses toute seule pour une autre
Je saurai garder un bon souvenir - et chérir.

Remplir les trous de mémoire
Parmis les rêves d'un soir
Tendres et doux, chaleureux comme un soleil
toujours - couché.

Si on étend les nuages
Au moins regarde les plages.

De loin je dirais dommage
Qu'est-ce qu'on est bien ici...

Même si on perd les repères
Au moins on part, eau de mer, ooh!

On n'a plus les pieds sur terre
Qu'est-ce qu'on est bien ici...

Si tu me dis notre histoire
c'est une histoire - à jamais.

Je dirais oui et me replongerai dans tes yeux.

Perdu tout mon sens du temps
Oublié mots et chansons
Je n'entend plus que le vent
Et toutes les vibrations - plaisantes.

Si on étend les nuages
Au moins regarde les plages, les plages.

De loin je dirais dommage
Qu'est-ce qu'on est bien ici...

Même si on perd les repères
Au moins on part pour la mer, ooh!

On n'a plus les pieds sur terre
Qu'est-ce qu'on est bien ici...

Si on étend les nuages
Au moins regarde les plages.

De loin je dirais dommage
Qu'est-ce qu'on est bien ici...

Même si on perd des repères
Au moins on part pour la mer, ooh!

On n'a plus les pieds sur terre
Qu'est-ce qu'on est bien ici
On est bien ici.
Qu'est-ce qu'on est bien
bien ici...
bien ici...
Da da da

Wednesday, March 30, 2016

POINTS OF VIEW



Artwork by Sam Fernandes/ Portugal


Tuesday, March 29, 2016

NÃO TE DECIFRO, APENAS TE SINTO...




NÃO TE DECIFRO, APENAS TE SINTO...

Como as estrelas que brilham
Nas noites mais escuras
Como as fazes da lua
Que enfeitiçam a vida
Como universo inteiro
Do qual faço parte
Não te descifro, apenas te sinto.

Es o vento que brinca com
as meus cabelos rebeldes,
Es a terra que sinto com as pés descalços
Es a água de um rio que se dá ao mar
Para me ir lamber en forma de chuva
Es o fogo da paixaõ que consome tudo.

Não entendo as tuas palabras
Apenas te sinto...

E sei que te vou amar a través dos elementos
Enquanto houver o sopro da vida en min...

[By Uma Muhler de Cabelos Rebeldes]

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