Tag Archives: Thoughts

The Right to reach for the Sky.

I’ll say it once again! Is anyone capable or with the right to judge someone else as “not normal” or “not worthy”?!

Calakmul, Mexico. Kingdom of the Divine Lords of the Snake.

Amazed by the inmense lushness of the forest surrounding the ancient Maya constructions and more than anything the trees growing on top, a special encounter inspired me the following thoughts:

Sitting, waiting, a turn of the head and there he was, twisted…

Awkwardly extending his trunk and branches upwards and sideways,

A messy and hairy cover that played with the clouds…


Weird he might seem to many, there by himself, with roots deep,

Below what human hands built centuries ago.

For sure I know, for my soul tells me, one of the special ones he is,

Different he is, and wise too, a lot he has been through,

And the right to reach for the Sky he has too.

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Over a sea of light.


My boat sails safely over a sea of light,

everything is going really fine,

the water’s surface is calm and the journey is enjoyable,

everything is going really fine…

So confident, so naive, 

illusion, just an illusion game played by the Dark,

just an illusion for you to enjoy you little kid, 

this beautiful light is only a reflection, a vision…

 the deep, dense shadow is still there,

chasing you from the air but even more so, 

below your little boat of happiness the vision hides it…

Oh you poor kid,

so confident, so naive,

The Deep Shadow is still there, ready,

to make your little boat sink…

The not so diffused picture, my collaboration on Broken Light. 

When images are more than just pretty pictures, and say more than a lot of words.

Don’t you get excited when you or some of your relatives appear on TV??

Well, the following image means a lot to me, it’s my third contribution in the online gallery of the Broken Light Collective!! Let me tell you about it!!

Broken Light Collective is a nonprofit organisation founded in 2012 by Danielle Hark,  that strives to create safe and accepting environments where photographers of all levels who are affected by mental health challenges can display their work, as well as inspire one another to keep going and keep creating, despite the dark or scary places in which they may find themselves. The work of the collective is of trascendental importance towards fighting the stigma commonly associated with mental health issues and all the lack of understanding that surrounds it.

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I’ve been very lucky to have found about this community and get in touch with it, it has made me understand my own situation a little more and look at it from a not so dark a perspective, and helped me to lighten the heavy load of the deep loneliness and suffering I have been immersed into. I feel honoured that my work in images and words has already been featured in the online gallery three times until these day!! It really is so valuable for me to share part of myself with the other members who walk along similar paths.

Here I share my three first entries that are already on Broken Light’s online gallery:

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If there’s anything else I can say is that I’m so grateful with Danielle and all the team at Broken Light Collective for making me part of the community and sharing my thoughts, feelings and photographic work, it represents such an honest support for me!!

To find more about Broken Light Collective’s work and the contributions of the members please visit their website.

Whirlwind

Sometimes I have the feel of being wrapped around a whirlwind of thoughts, of emotions, I’m stretched around the whirlwind, my body vanishing outwards, the centre of the whirlwind is the black entrance of the abyss that goes into the deep to somewhere who knows where.

A veces tengo la sensación de estar envuelto alrededor de un remolino de pensamientos, de emociones, soy extendido alrededor del remolino. mi cuerpo desvaneciéndose hacia el exterior, el centro del remolino es la negra entrada del abismo hacia lo profundo de algún lugar que quien sabe donde.

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