i found this feature posting via e-mail just checking if it works
and with an attachment too this old photo a man meditating in Ocean Beach
i wonder where the e-mail is going to attach the photo in which position and size on the page
this happened, the man meditating episode in what it seems a long time ago...
where does the time... all together go?
since i became 40 i seem to be able to hear the time slipping by every second, somehow i feel the transitory/brief state of life
i think i feel like this 'cause i enjoy the birds and looking for the lost cats i enjoy the sun, the light, the early mornings with coffee and the late nights with books
even if i am calmer lately and i don't talk much or go outside i do enjoy more life and i feel it's brief 'cause i don't want to die i do now realize i like to be alive i'd like to last for a while now but without changes just an eternal afternoon seated on my patio outside alone, with birds chirping cats walking by soft breeze on my face and a Haruki Murakami book with an endless story a book that as i turn pages seems to always grow...
I watched this film Into the Wild this past weekend it left echos in my soul that will resonate for a long time
directed by Sean Penn the film is based on the book of the same name by Jon Krakauer
the book and film follow the true story and adventures of Christopher McCandless an American dreamer, walker, who looked to escape from the chains of 'society' immersing himself 'Into the Wild', he changed his name for Alexander Supertramp and followed his dreams all the way to Alaska...
here McCandless on his last self-portrait as found in an undeveloped film in his camera in the "magic Bus", smiling, fulfilling his dreams
the film, as the life and dreams of McCandless, is full of controversy, but also full of beauty in many ways, visually, literature-wise, and even if hearth breaking, i found the film rather inspiring
if you appreciate literature, this movie will capture your heart too full of insight and quotes most from McCandless himself and others from authors such as Lord Byron
the soundtrack of the film by Eddie Vedder has its dose of controversy itself I personally think he did an excellent job and each one of the lyrics go according McCandless notes and thoughts here one of the songs that won a Golden Globe the more i listen to it the deeper it engraves itself into my little heart Guaranteed
On bended knee is no way to be free Lifting up an empty cup, I ask silently All my destinations will accept the one that's me So I can breathe...
Circles they grow and they swallow people whole Half their lives they say goodnight to wives they'll never know A mind full of questions, and a teacher in my soul And so it goes...
Don't come closer or I'll have to go Holding me like gravity are places that pull If ever there was someone to keep me at home It would be you...
Everyone I come across, in cages they bought They think of me and my wandering, but I'm never what they thought I've got my indignation, but I'm pure in all my thoughts I'm alive...
Wind in my hair, I feel part of everywhere Underneath my being is a road that disappeared Late at night I hear the trees, they're singing with the dead Overhead...
Leave it to me as I find a way to be Consider me a satellite, forever orbiting I knew all the rules, but the rules did not know me Guaranteed
my super friend perro has been writing these amazing reviews from the Coachella festival if you like 'indie-alternative' music rock, or whatever that means you'll truly enjoy them full of the richest media!
here one of my favorite videos this is what i call being in a rock festival
the black-N-white kitty surprised me on Sunday morning with a little 'gift'
she rushed in the house carrying a feathered bulk in her mouth by the time I realized what it was, I already had a dead bird by my feet!
It was a disturbing movement The shock of the little dead bird there (I feed and love birds) Against miss Kitty’s joyful and fervent face She was celebrating her (1st?) killing victory And I was just sad to see the dead bird Couldn’t really scold her since It’s on her nature to be a little Hunter But I am still shocked to learn That such a lovely tender small creature As Frau Kitty is Can become in any second An assassin!
In spite of my horror, I allowed her to play a little with her prey and then I buried it on a dirt patch outside my house showing her where it was so she wouldn't go crazy looking for it
the whole episode brought to mind this irresistible song By another controversial feminine figure Beautiful and dangerous too, petite female: señorita Björk
I'm going hunting, I'm the hunter. I'll bring back the goods…
Ps. and later that warm afternoon I walked in with a Greek Grilled Chicken Salad she gave me a stare, like saying: "at least I killed my own bird"
aged... yet my mind-core essence still feels the same as when i was 12 i still like mysteries, as i did back then i basically feel the same girl [only much older] when i was a girl i used to read Sherlock Holmes all the time, now i read Barnes, and Murakami; and life seems to have changed yet are the books, and the fragrances of life, somehow, still the same friends have different faces but feels warm to hug them, the same
lovely is to be alive at 40! but as i told my mother yesterday "i am not quite sure i will make it to 80, then, i am today, starting the 2nd half of this my lifetime"
'fresh'(?) from this morning my crow's-feet
and for 40 years now i've been rather enjoying myself sometimes in spite of maladies, some aches of the hearth, and nowadays sudden old-lady's pains
glad i made it this far and thankful for another year of life hope more to come to watch clouds, and to feel the sun and the rain, and to see smiles, share stories with friends and hug the loved ones take pictures, write silly notes and pet furry friends
Just yesterday morning It was all fine and sunny your voice sounded warm and friendly And the fluffy clouds at me smiled Opening their bellies after a long night of rain dropping
palms, clouds, streets, cars, they all encompassed to make me feel glad
But the today came And fine gray mist Covers the sidewalks this morning Fine gray melancholy Rests my tired soul too this morning Rain, drops, tears, an afar affair revisited Brings back old fears, suspicion, and sadness, Or something like that I don’t want to see the rain again on my patio Without feeling protected somewhere
so yes this Friday grayish morning Don’t know why, but i suspect why, all of a sudden I feet like the rain:
