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.

[ c o l o r s ]

My red suitcase. All ready on my house entrance.

Yellow, early bright light.

The most similar thing to the Spanish sea waiting for me.

Black with gray dots, or gray with black ones?

Orange: the color of energy

p.d: I'm flying now. You people will get my commentaries tomorrow :)

Dream. Wish. Desire.

I dream that life is an easy path. I wish people would not have to suffer. I desire to be happy.
I wish people, human beings, were good by nature. Why do we always have to be on guard just in case someone is gonna attack us? I wish love was all--enough--but it isn’t. I sometime wish life was easier although I like challenges. I desire the best for my family. I dream  all challenges will be reached, no matter how difficult they are. I dream too many things, I know. But those are MY dreams. Mine.

My reflection. My dreams. Me.

[ a d e u p a s a t . b e n v i n g u t p r e s e n t ]

Goodbye mom, dad. Goodbye to hanging out with my friends in Passeig de Gracia.  Goodbye to hugging my two little brothers, never at the same time. Goodbye to long and unusual deep conversations with my old brother. Goodbye to walking in Spain pass a bakery and smelling the fresh smell of bread; the bread I’ve ever tried. Goodbye to crowded Christmas with all my cousins, uncles and aunts, and my grandma in her big apartment in Barcelona; cutting Roscon, waiting for who gets the best coin hidden on the inside. Goodbye to trips in motorcycle with Anna driving down la Vallvi, and summer nights in Sant Feliu with my germana-cosina Mir. Goodbye to Sant Cugat, and my room for one year. Goodbye to short trips to Asturias and seeing Andres. Goodbye to driving all the way up to the Netherlands, crossing Europe.  Goodbye to exquisite dinners of that first taste of teriyaki chicken, as well as dinners of pica-pica and white wine, watching some old classic movies. Goodbye to Maxima, the first cat I’ve ever liked. Goodbye to the baby perfume of Lucas straight soft blond hair. Goodbye to Arnau running around as if he had drunk 2l of coffee. Goodbye to walk on the hot sand, to swing in the Mediterraneo and to days at the boat. Goodbye to that café con leche with Angela at the Piano. Goodbye to La Escala, and to Rooney. Goodbye to the Peugeots. Goodbye to walking to Els Ferros, in the Mira Sol subway station.
Goodbye to walking to MiraSol every single morning. Goodbye to my room in Asturias, my house in Jose Cueto. Goodbye to the drama, the cries and the stress. Goodbye to the perfectness and the right or wrong. Goodbye to the judgment of people who do not know me and think they can say whatever they want. Goodbye to gossips and bad friendships. Goodbye to loud arguments with my mom. Goodbye to the cold, bad weather of Asturias. Goodbye to the close minded and the ones who think they know everything. Goodbye to El Retiro. Goodbye to my D’s misunderstanding of what I am doing with my life. Goodbye to moving where I didn’t wanted to. Goodbye to hours of wastefulness, doing nothing, because I didn’t know what I was doing. Goodbye to being too stress and pressured because it mattered what people thought. Goodbye to disillusion and arguments.

ME IN 8



Mateo.Lucas.Arnau.Papa.Mama.Hans.Cris. Lauris.K.



Tue, March 1st. Despues de la tormenta siempre llega la calma.



And how important are those things that we walk your life with?
Those who make it possible for us to walk in paths,
no matter how hard or soft they are..

the coal of our body

Coffee;city;hurry;running.STOP.Drink.Taste.Smell.

Shiness; so easly overshadow.

After all, I guess too much organization freaks me out.

Here in America...

My sand car

Powerful quiet

Listening Observing Moving

Just along with the radio on

My independence

Back in Spain...

Roses

Peaceful Static

Relaxing Waving Whispering

Where the land and the ocean comes together

The Sea

Roses is a small seaside city, on the North East of Spain

Happy Non Snt Valentine's Day

Love

impatient passionate

beating flying seeking

shaking its wings

an eternal youth

also...

Love

 

unpredictable funny 

jumping flying singing carrying

appearing in the best moments

Amor

Love is Amor... Love is what connects us. Every day is a day of love...In fact, can you imagine a day without love?

S n t V a l e n t i n e ! !

To lovers
To broken hearts
to you
to me

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q3XAgaLHfRc&feature=fvsr

p.s: This songs if from Alejandro Sanz( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alejandro_Sanz ), a well known Spanish singer. Ironically, the songs is about love, an ended relationship, a woman, a broken heart... but if you listen to it, you get a good feeling about love. Passionate, vivid, alive.

To lovers
To broken hearts
to you
to me

H a p p y V a l e n t i n e & C h o c o l a t e D a y

[ g e r m a n s . s e m p r e ]

You are the parent and the brother,  
the maturity and the youth  
You are the formality of a judge  
and the laughter of a joke.  
You are the teller of a story  
and the cold suddenly in summer time.  

However, you are not the pillow in the bed,  
the plug on the wall,  
or the sweetness of candy.  

And a quick look in the mirror will show  
that you are neither the mother  
nor the sister.  

It might interest you to know,  
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,  
that I am the kid waiting for the afternoon bus.  

But I also happen to be the mother,  
the person who is and will be waiting on the porch for your arrival.

I am also the lion in the savanna   
and sometimes the mouse in its cave.  
But don't worry, I am not the parent nor the brother.
You are still the parent and the brother.  
You will always be the parent and the brother,
not to mention maturity and—somehow—the youth.

[ e l s m e u s m a t i n s ]

Birth shines like a morning

Wearing a mixture of energetic orange, yellow and red rays

Shinning it

Illuminating us



A birth, from my apartment.
I can't get tired of looking at it.



Trust is an option

Wearing a mixture of bright expectations and dark failures

Take it or leave it

...

Trust is the beating heart on two holding hands

Clothed with an ancient red and gold silk

Sensitive

Eager to be touched

Do you know what is a velero? Probably not, since it is a Spanish word. However, can you imagine a place where the sun kisses your skin, the sea rocks you like a loving parent and the wind sings music to your ears in a mixture of natural sounds? You can only get there with a velero. And I’ve been there. I’ve been getting there my with my granddad's velero, a big white sail boat. And since the beginning, all I remember is days, afternoons and evenings of sun and salt, of water and nature. In Spain, swimming in the softness of the Mediterranean Sea.
And now, these days, when I think of my country, all that I can think of is being with my eyes closed, a hand feeling the warn wood, dried out because of the salt and the sun…with one foot on the crystalline water full of life…

Eyes closed, lying on my boat, being swayed by the gentle movement of the sea…

Roses, Spain, Summer 2010
When the sun goes down, it clothes the sky with infinite colores and vivid shapes...can life get any better?
 

My name is Clara, which means clear in English. My name means light, clearance, no darkness, no complications or confusion…It is short and easy to pronounce, for Spanish speakers.  When my name is pronounced by anyone who is not a Spanish speaker, the beauty of my name breaks, completely. Then it sounds sticky, not clear, which is the real meaning of Clara. I also have two last names with equal importance, a tradition from my country which is pretty rare for a lot of people. Clara Carrasco Guerra. Again, my two lasts names when pronounced in English sound different.  Ironically, my second last name means something totally different from my given name. Guerra means war. A pretty weird and funny combination when grouped with Clara, clear. And this is my life, a life of contradictions and complications.

Butterflying to infinity