Tuesday, July 17, 2007

On a warm summer night

It is pleasant how the long summer evenings yield to a calmness that puts the body at rest and the mind in thought. It was in evenings like this that I found the inspiration to write through the ages. I can consider myself privileged by the situations that I have found myself in, yet somewhere deep down I could have always done better. Yet in nights like this the synchrony comes back and feel like saying thanks. For a moment of tranquility has been upon me. A moment of pure calm. A moment of freedom, peace and pleasure. Sharing it just makes it all the better.

Sunday, July 15, 2007

The air we breath

We all need air, we all replenish ourselves with every inhalation of this transparent non smelling substance that we bathe in. Yet every breath brings us closer to our end, scientific and metaphysically speaking. The air we breath like the water that we drink makes us and shapes the way we are. We are the putty in their hands, the four elements configure us. Yet when one moves or is moved around from one part of the planet to the other those elements change in their configuration. And we deeply feel those changes inside us. We miss the air we used to breath. We miss the water, the fire and the earth that saw us to life. We just wish and hope that the new ones will become a stepping stone for the next step. Yet as we do this we keep on breathing. We keep on dying. I met someone this week-end that seemed to be in lack of some old airs. I wish that we can carry on enjoying each others airs, for a while at least.