Art

James Joyce brings us a marvelous description of art and beauty. First he try to set a limit to how an art form should be observed, saying that ‘(...) to try slowly and humbly and constantly to express to press out again, from the gross earth or what it brings forth, from sound and shape and colour which are the prison gates of our soul, an image of beauty we have to come to understand (...)’. We have to observe that with this definition he makes us see Art as a representation of Beauty in forms that can be perceived by anyone, not only the artist himself.

He does so artisticaly, using the expression ‘from the gross earth’, as did God when He “formed man of the dust of the ground”.

The Blue

You can't always run away from your past. You have to face it and, sometimes, try to fix it. Maybe it won't do a thing to change the present, but it will change you, and that's the whole point.

The time flows in my diferent ways. The most complex is how it drags you on and on, endlessly, changing you deep inside. This is the way we grow. Change yourself, change your surroundings, change the world. We always try to leave our mark in this world. However... does it really matters?

As I perceive, what really matters is how you change over the time, if you master the way it tries to change you and, instead of running against the current, change the current itself. No! Of course I'm not trying to say that I'm a time-traveler or something like that. I'm just trying to say that we can decide and control the efects that time has over your life.

Trying to change how time affects you life is hard. But we have to try.

Make amends to the Past.
Enjoy the Present.
The Future? Well... let the future become the Present...

Scars of Time

When do we really depart from this world? Our ghosts survive our death for a long time. Maybe in shape of a photograph, a memo you wrote for you to remember to go to a meeting, which you'll never be able to go, or even a memory in somebody else's mind...

Can you face Oblivion? I certainly can't...

Can you defy Oblivion? I'll try...

Not the Same

There are times in one's life that one notices that it is, in fact, changing.

It's something strange, bizarre, ghastly, yet very comfortable. You can feel the world turning under your feet. You know that everything is in motion.

For good or for ill, nothing stays the same for too long...

Right where it Belongs

Surprisingly, I'm optimistic.

I know that's not a thing that I usually am... Nevertheless, I am. I know that too many things can go wrong, that I can lose too many others as well, but I know I can... No, I have to go on...

Not because I think I owe it to anybody. Not that I don't care about the opinions of other. I just know that I have the will and the strenght to continue. Now I know my place. I'm right where I belong.

Thank you. Thanks for your support. Thank you to be right where you belong.

Heavenly

Everything is quite well. I don't remember when was the last time I felt like this. I feel... how can I explain?

I've finally made peace with myself. I got a little... no, let me correct myself... I got a HUGE help from someone I love dearly in my life. She made me feel like I'm something that's "worth the trouble". For those who don't know me, I think that's a good thing...

I just wish that I'm not too big a trouble for those who care 'bout me...

Redemption

After I went to the very Doors of Hell, I'm back.

I think that these are the days that I've been expecting for a very long time.

I'm still tired to the bones, but I know, deep in my heart, that things will work out just fine.

I've made my redemption. I'm tired of all that I was. Of all that I tried to avoid. Of all that I really was.

I hope I'm not fooling myself again.

Still life

I'm tired... too tired to think... too tired to complain... too tired to feel... too tired to write... I'm sorry, but all I want is to get rid of all of this and find oblivion... and then... finally rest...