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April 15, 2014

There is a youth imagined and placed in a long time, perhaps never happened, where the walk, and stasis on the steps of the house, or on a bench in the street, or a local pool, it was more than just a stand or rest .

There was the excitement of meeting friends and loved ones, after a day of work or minimum formal commitments. Walking strolled paths in the circuit just talking or to observe passers-by, this was already a momentary response to the unspoken questions of the dreams of the night and the sunrises tormented. Both in wet weather, but more to the mild days with the Sun bothered by pinches of the clouds, they are driven by winds naughty, we just smiled out from the walled spaces of the mind and body.

The events of the past even if that did not happen, though they appear in the presentee they are comfortable. They dress the consonant harmony between the sensations of your body relaxing in the primordial perform actions and emotions, which call for a panoramic view of the surrounding space.

Jean Béraud, Avenue Parisienne

The contemplations offer happy moments with the physical sensation of being simply without asking “why” and not focus on the “how.”

If you looked at us smiling at the familiar places, almost always felt indifferent with respect to our common daily chores, we would have a fulfilling aesthetic vision that turns into an immediate physical well-being.

This particular sensation that is considered normal when it appears and that it has always pursued in places of isolation and anguish, is an expression of contemplation to be distinct, but in consonance with what accompanies us in becoming all things.

Affinity – Lino Milita

I sit sunny
covered in the shadows
with drink
of gold is leached
from the infinite source.

The absent frosts
dismiss tunes
granulated by
hypocritical pretensions
affinity
that are unnecessary disputes.

I contemplate full
good-natured
each footprint hot,
she grazes in the shade,
leaving plans that are
reflected by splinters
my harmony.

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March 26, 2013

In the curious and friendly gaiety that sometimes appears in walking into unknown territories, immediately after the first breath solitary, here flows the past who accompanies us on the trail. The crowd of possible events and those that occurred, offering a rainbow of emotions, as this Passacaglia from the Suite no. 7 Friedric George Handel arias which provides progressive, with a sequence of repeated notes in a similar manner to the art of fugue by Johann Sebastian Bach. In fact, we already have an idea of where it will go the musical cell that is repeated in slightly different tones.

Listening and contemporary recollection of the previous plea, it vibrates in us with sweetness and nostalgia. The notes open in the run-up of the arches that fall like tears on smiles plucked harp. Any reason not close, because it starts as a step after the other in a staccato rhythm of a trail off in a more indefinite progression towards ourselves. In fact, the harp collects all the segments of the previous sounds.

Like a fountain that collects flows, so as soon as the water jet is finished, it reclines and is preparing to start a cascade of notes collected in the violins, which are ready to throw in the higher tones.

As the harp is ready to receive the new ad, after a brief suspension, so we astonished with wonder, we start the journey that accompanies us with new reflections of what we were.