The Magic of the Cities.
Zen promotes the rediscovery of the obvious, which is so often lost in its familiarity and simplicity. It sees the miraculous in the common and magic in our everyday surroundings. When we are not rushed, and our minds are unclouded by conceptualizations, a veil will sometimes drop, introducing the viewer to a world unseen since childhood. ~ John Greer
Showing posts with label Women Island. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Women Island. Show all posts
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Buoyant
Monday, November 19, 2012
Sand (Clouds) Castles
Thursday, November 1, 2012
November 2012 Theme Day : The Water's Edge
Tulum, Mx |
Hudson Thoughts |
Women Island, Mx |
Revolcadero Beach. Acapulco, Mx |
Pie de la Cuesta Beach. Acapulco, Mx |
George Washington Bridge, NYC
Flashback Essay
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« Si la parole que tu vas dire n'est pas plus belle que
le silence, ne la dis pas. » Proverbe soufi
"Si la palabra que vas a decir no es más bella que
el silencio, mejor no la digas." Proverbio
Sufi
"If the word you're gonna say is not more beautiful
than silence, do not tell." Sufi
Proverb
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Waves of Love
Friday, December 17, 2010
Horizon
Cancun (from Women Island) Mx. |
Caribbean Sea (from one of Cancun beaches) |
Horizon
To cross the horizon grown old
And watch at the bottom of dreams
The fluttering star
You were so lovely
you could not speak
I moved away
But carry in my hand
That native sky
And its wasted sun
This afternoon
in a café
I have drunk
A liquor trembling
Like a red fish
And once again in the glass hidden
That filial dream
You were so lovely
you could not speak
Something was dying in your chest
Your eyes were green
but I was moving away
You were so lovely
I learnt how to sing.
Horizonte
Y mirar en el fondo de los sueños
La estrella que palpita
Eras tan hermosa
que no pudiste hablar
Y me alejé
Pero llevo en la mano
Aquel cielo nativo
Con un sol gastado
Esta tarde
en un café
he bebido
un licor tembloroso
Como un pescado rojo
Y otra vez en el vaso escondido
Ese sueño filial
Eras tan hermosa
que no pudiste hablar
En tu pecho algo agonizaba
Eran verdes tus ojos
pero yo me alejaba
Eras tan hermosa
que aprendí a cantar.
~Vicente Huidobro
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Sunset Walk
Isla Mujeres |
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