[ The eternal traveler syndrome ]

It's been so long that I don't write down my thoughts... 

But I am back-- And what's better showing you what "home" means to me.  I said "show" because when I thought of how to decribe it, I couldn't write down in words what really "home" mean.
As a world traveler, as having lived in three different countries in "my short life", I don't think I can exactly describe what home means. Therefore,  I happen to have the eternal traveler syndrome.
So will show you a song; a song that since the day I heard it brought back to me a feeling of "home", of where I feel save, of where I want to run when things go wrong.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DzGxnRz_Ldg

For those like myself who have lived abroad, it is very hard to describe where we belong. To what culture we are supposed to respond to, to what country one that we will have to come back. So here, with this song, I can find my place. my home. Where is it on a map? I do not have that answer. But I know the answer in my heart,  and home is home. Copy paste this link. You won't regret it. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DzGxnRz_Ldg

And for those you like to read the lyrics while their sing their lungs out, where you have it: the lyrics. 



It's a four letter word
A place you go to heal your hurt
It's an altar, it's a shelter
One place you're always welcome
A pink flamingo, double wide
One bedroom in a high rise
A mansion on a hill
Where the memories always will
Keep you company whenever you're alone
After all of my running
I'm finally coming


Home - the world tried to break me
I found a road to take me
Home - there ain't nothing but a blue sky now
After all of my running,
I'm finally coming... Home


Well they say it's where the heart is
And I guess the hardest part is
When your heart is broken
And you're lost out in the great wide open
Looking for a map
For finding your way back
To where you belong
Oh well that's where I belong


Home - the world tried to break me
I found a road to take me
Home - there ain't nothing but a blue sky now
After all of my running
I'm finally coming... Home


Home


Home - the world tried to break me
I found a road to take me
Home - there ain't nothing but a blue sky now
After all of my running, I'm finally coming...
After all of my running
I'm finally coming... Home

What is my relationship to NATURE?

Nature makes me connect with where I'm from, with my country; the cold air on my longs in the cold winter mornings, the morning dew laying on the grass, or the smell of just cut grass on spring ans summer.
But nature not only makes me connect with my country but also helps me connect with THIS country. The new plant species, the new animals that I had never seen before,  the fireflies that I saw for the first time ever last summer, or the amazing rainbows I saw last week makes me understand a little better this country, which sometimes becomes a difficult task for me.

the reddest leave I have ever seen

can rainbows be shy ? showing themselves only a little bit ?

[ timing is everything ]

"...when i remember that day
when our eyes first meet
you ran into the building to get out of the rain
cuz’ you were soaking wet
and as i held the door
you wanted to know my name
timing is everything
and i could have been another minute late
and you never would have crossed my path that day
and when it seems true love is hard to find
that’s when love comes along
just in time
well you can call it fate
or destiny
sometimes it really
seems like
it’s a mystery
cause you can be hurt by love
or healed by the same
timing is everything..."

Timing is everything- Garret Hedlund

picture taken in fall, 2010

Ideario- Franciso M. Ortega Palomares

Me da vértigo el punto muerto
y la marcha atrás,
vivir en los atascos,
los frenos automáticos y el olor a gasoil.

... Me angustia el cruce de miradas
la doble dirección de las palabras
y el obsceno guiñar de los semáforos.
(..)
Me arruinan las prisas y las faltas de estilo,
el paso obligatorio, las tardes de domingo
y hasta la línea recta.

Me enervan los que no tienen dudas
y aquellos que se aferran
a sus ideales sobre los de cualquiera.

Me cansa tanto tráfico
y tanto sinsentido,
parado frente al mar mientras que el mundo gira.
IDEARIO - Francisco M. Ortega Palomares

P.s: I try to find this poem in English, but I could not find it. A pity, this should be shared worldwide.- One day I'll translate it.

[ cascadas de pensamientos ]

[ Cascades of thoughts ]
And sometimes I wish I could go back in time. Not to change or erase the past, but to stop, observe, smell, and absorb in my memory  all those place that one I saw and did not dedicate the enough time to admire its beauty. Those places, those people, those things...

[ w i l d l i f e ]

How can it be that some human being can acknowledge, but still be able to separate the fact that an animal is imprisoned, and still appreciate the beauty of an animal without his heart breaking apart? is it a curse? or is it just another way of human survival when times are hard?

red panda at the ATL zoo

p.s: what is the real purpose of the zoos?

and I ask myself, what will happen to those who don't want to change...?

The wind is chilly, but only in the shadowed part. The sun is warm, filling up your skin with hearty energy. The light is bright, crating strong colors- bright colors- that make your eyes close. Because sometimes you got to close your eyes, breathe, take a second, and open them again. Accustom your eyes to the new light, the new colors, the new opportunities ahead. Some people try to fight with the sun, the sometimes shinning blinding light, they want to see what's in front of them, but in their way. However, sometimes you just have to close your eyes, and make your soul understand a new world with other eyes, with other points of view, with new ideas and opportunities.