Into Infinity 2024

2 0 2 4 = 8

(infinity)

... February 10th, 0.45 am 

Saturday, the last day of the week...

Welcome to the unprecedented ascension process of Earth 🌎🌍!

Every age has its Renegades,

its System Busters,

its Pioneers who Venture out

into the Unknown,

Creating a New World 🌎🌍

of Higher Frequencies.

It's an Honor to be Here Now.

You are a Warrior of Light.

You are on assignment within this

Human Vessel at this Time.

It's not your Karma, 

nor is it an accident that u are here Now.

This is your own Free Will choice...

Congrats!!!

Finishing the Assignment and into the Infinity of an optional New Eternal Life, if u want.

The whole poems... Were written on canvas and paper and copied into a new digital Dimension.

I remember yesterday::: Praha la Bella.

Praga la Belle.

Prag die Schöne...

I was in Paris, they called La ciudad Luz.

I was in Cali, they called La sucursal del Cielo.

I wasn't in NY, I just passed near by, stopped in Washington and moved on to Chicago. They called La capital del mundo, (del mundo babilónico).

All these three cities to quote from a song of El grupo Niche.

To said now::: that I was in Prague, and I called::: Praga la Bella.

Erinnerungen von der Vergangenheit! Mit diesem Menschen, dass sie mich nicht verstehen konnte... Und ich bleibe gestern, drei Stunden lang, spielen Solitäre in der Computer 🖥️💻, listening to the same song for three hours, a song by Domenico Modugno "la Distancia es como el Viento"... Reflexionando over different universes of a relationship... Stuff I don't want to go into details right here.

I wrote this Poem couple of days ago:::

walking

walking invisible 

the road splits in thousand pieces

so diverse, that all I can see

is the fog of the imagination

walking around in excitement,

excited in perception.

the background of that,

was as invisible as my body

when walking among the sleeping,

so I decided to fly

like a black Crow following clouds,

clouds that vanished slowly

after I seeing them.

there's no music in this picture

the musicians are six feet under

I only heard the songs of birds

calling us to join the journey 

inside the eternal walk of infinity.

the Jaguar inside me

have wings to visit the silent rooms of the great days in human life,

I didn't realize I wasn't alone

I was not ready to see you around

with all your magic and smiles

like a survivor nightmares' warrior

let me hold your hands

let me hold you inside my desires

let me love you tonight

inside the dreams of invisible lands

inside the solitude of a poem.

 

The poems are like a skin dancing in subtle mode.

Every age has its Renegades,

its System Busters,

its Pioneers who Venture out

into the Unknown, the unknowns of a Planet and its inhabitants...

Why a Black Crow flying?

Crows around here have different colors and size. One has some white ending wings. Some are smaller size, black though. And those others, the Black and big, are the ones in that poem. Same that the witches and druids have as friends... One in particular, has one wing always down when he walks, I call this guy, Ala Caída. Don't have a picture of him, he is very sensitive to humans.... Might have his reasons.

Outside Finland, the Suomi land, usually ppl related them as "Velho", it might translate like Magos. I met this Suomi Velho the other day. A soul partner with other two souls I don't know them yet. She said they might be in America... ???

I am the Soul Healer, she is the Energy Provider... We both in Europe. Wonder what the others do? One might Break the Veil... In a while guess, I could say, the other one might be a Warrior... 

The veil is broken

The warrior gets through

with the energy from the provider

And after the battle,

The healer, heals all four 🍀 souls.

It is a beautiful piece of a short poem of a soul br@therhood.

It's the battle against the Dark Forces. Kicking them out of our Planet. We are taking control Now of our Gaia planet's energy in Love 💕, for All living creatures.

16:16

February 10th

... And I thought this afternoon, well, and what is it with that song that got me stock for another three hours just now?, "Esto es Vida"... de Draco Rosa...

And::: "Frío de Ausencia" de Galy Galeano...

That afternoon

Those lágrimas I cried

Those solitude moments in the Soul

The pain inside?...

Healing my Heart ❤️? 

Feeding my Soul?

Strengthen the Spirit? 🕊️

Strengthen my Confidence?

Reassuring my Personality after the process?

... perhaps, all of the above and,+++

18:58

Sábado... Febrero 17...

Futurama... Brought me a personal Space Ship...

Inside the body of the Recuerdos...

So to travel, might don't need Ausweis...

Cosa Fare? 

Cosa parlare?

Cosa penso?

Cosa sento?

Molte domande....

Il mio cuore ❤️ è molto fragile, 

Molto innamorato.....

La imaginación del corazón se abre como pétalo sediento

De amores invisibles

De recuerdos aún no olvidados...

Que faites vous ?

Il y a beaucoup de temps pour moi et mon amour...

J'ai froid et c'est le froid de l'absence...

Fühl ich Angst und es war die Angst von Vergiss...

Pero llévame diario en tu recuerdo...

Adiós le dije estrechandola en mis brazos...

Ciao Mia cara....

.............................. Ésto es Vida....

.............................. La Distancia es como el Viento....

.............................. Es el Frío de la Ausencia...

2:34 am

The 18th

...well I had to go through all those 3 songs, like riding sounds waves 🌊🌊🌊 of past pains, in order to heal myself from a toxic relationship (Thanx anyway to that person for mirror my shit).

No more frío de Ausencia

No more murmurs of cold Winds

No more Life living in the past.

Good bye!

0:20 am

Saturday, march 2nd

The Poets have always thoughts about their Beauties... 

« Lying face down on a smooth, warm rock, I have one arm dangling to caress the polished edges of the sun-warmed stone and feel its soft curves. It gives off a warmth, a warmth so intense and pleasant that it seems to me as if it were a human body. It's a very intense heat, which goes through the fabric of my swimsuit and spreads all over my body as I feel the pain of my breasts against the hard, smooth stone. A salty, damp wind blows in a messy way through my hair, and the blue sparkles of the sea sparkle in its thickness. The sun penetrates every one of my pores and satiates all my starving fibers with an immense golden peace. Stretched out on the rock, my body tense at first, then relaxed, I felt the sun gently violate me on that altar and fill me with the warmth of the impersonal and colossal god of nature. Warm and wicked was the body of my love beneath mine, and the feel of his sculpted flesh was incomparable: not soft, not fluffy, not sweaty, but dry, hard, soft, clean, and pure. And I was on top of it, white as ivory, because I had been bathed by the sea, washed, baptized, purified, and the sun had dried me up and left me clean and smooth. Like the brittle seaweed, twitched and impregnated with an intense smell, like the eroded stones, polished, rounded, clean, like the acrid and saline breeze, so was the body of my beloved. This orgiastic sacrifice on the altar of rock and sun was enough for me to rise resplendent and cleansed from the centuries of love, satiated by the devouring fire of his carefree and eternal desire."

Sylvia Plath, Dairies 

« Tumbada boca abajo en una roca lisa y tibia, tengo un brazo colgando para acariciar los bordes pulidos de la piedra calentada por el sol y sentir sus curvas suaves. Despide un calor, una calidez tan intensa y agradable que me parece como si fuera un cuerpo humano. Es un calor muy intenso, que atraviesa la tela del bañador y se propaga por todo mi cuerpo mientras siento el dolor de los pechos contra la piedra dura y lisa. Un viento salino y húmedo sopla desordenándome el pelo, y en su espesor centellean los destellos azules del mar. El sol penetra en cada uno de mis poros y sacia todas mis fibras famélicas con una inmensa paz dorada. Tendida sobre la roca, con el cuerpo tenso al principio, luego relajado, he sentido que el sol me violaba dulcemente sobre aquel altar y que me llenaba del calor del dios impersonal y colosal de la naturaleza. Cálido y perverso era el cuerpo de mi amor debajo del mío, y el tacto de su carne esculpida era incomparable: ni blando, ni mullido, ni sudoroso, sino seco, duro, suave, limpio y puro. Y yo estaba encima, blanca como el marfil, porque había sido bañada por el mar, lavada, bautizada, purificada, y el sol me había secado dejándome limpia y tersa.

Como las algas quebradizas, crispadas e impregnadas de un intenso olor, como las piedras erosionadas, pulidas, redondeadas, limpias, como la brisa acre y salina, así era el cuerpo de mi amado. Bastó este sacrificio orgiástico en el altar de la roca y el sol para que yo resurgiera resplandeciente, limpia, de los siglos de amor, saciada del fuego devorador de su deseo despreocupado y eterno».

Sylvia Plath,

Diarios

She was a Poet for Life 🧬

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A Vegan Gif of dishes I do sometimes prepared...

Abril 4 del 2024

20:30

Los números no existen

Solo aparecen cuando creemos que los necesitamos.

El dinero y el amor

No juegan de verdad a ser serios,

Aparecen y luego se van

Vienen y luego se despiden.

Que podría hacer yo,

Cuando no apareces en mi vida?

Nada. 

Tampoco te espero

Tampoco te escribo,

Solo me deslizo cómo siempre lo hago

En silencio

Adaptándome

Observando mis reacciones

Para no cometer más brutalidades.

Nacemos con una marca

Puede que sea la marca del destino

Puede que sea una sombra inquieta

No lo sé,

Solo que cuando observo las fotos mías de antes,

Veo en la mirada

Veo en la esquina de una sonrisa

Veo una energía interna camuflada de humano que juega a estar vivo

Que tiene las garras que arañan

Que puede jugar el doble papel

Que es agudo y puntiagudo

Que se burla de lo establecido

Que pretende ser algo, pero no sabe a ciencia cierta que es.

El doble papel  tiene muchas caras

El doble papel se puede invertir

El doble papel juega a caracteres

El doble papel, solo lo conocen los actores.

Miraré hacia afuera...

Miraré hacia adentro...

Miro el rededor

Y es tan sólido como mis huesos.

Aún así, amo estas cosas y fondos que me rodean

Es lo único que permanece validado

Es lo único que valor que me acompaña,

No tienen un valor monetario

Solo son validos por su esfuerzo

Por su oficio

Por su compañía. Y eso, es valioso.