YOUR-SAY(3): 100 WORLD KISSES

100 WORLD KISSES:

The project is called 100 kisses world and it was devised by Ignacio Lehmann, a
photographer who had the idea of taking pictures to people kissing in different parts
of the world.

It is curious to observe different people from different countries ( kisses passionate,
tender kisses, fiery kisses, friendly kisses,...)
Ignacio still doesn't know because he decided to do this project, and indeed neither I myself
I can find few words to find an answer, but it's just beautiful.

It is beautiful to see the samples of people love, and is at the same time curious and
funny.

(The site: www.100worldkisses.com )

Painting pain (Frida Kahlo)

Frida Kahlo, the human essence painting pain:

 

One of the women who inspire me. One of the women that I most admire.

People laught when I say that I really admire her, because they only look at appearances, and believe that admire is equivalent to appreciate its beauty.

And in some way, they are right: I admire also her beauty because is the reflex of her personality.

Frida Kahlo is a liberal woman both thoughts and sexuality, intelligent and perceptive, symbolic all of her, and  painfully strong.

I say painfully because she transmits her strengh transforming in a very singular way the pain she feels inside.

There is sadness and pain in their strength, but it's strength at the end. And a very powerful strengh by this fact.
She was a woman advanced in her time, a liberal but at the same time a chained.
One chained that felt free and feeling free is the truth freedom instead.

Her art is full of symbolism that reflect his coatidian life, her thoughts and her ideology.

 

Criticized but admired at the same time, Frida Kahlo is an example for me,

both artistically and as her attitude towards life.

 

YOUR-SAY(3): Feeling like an elf in an absinthe cup

Feeling like an elf in an absinthe cup:

 

The first time I saw them was in the back seat of the car of Bobby The True, driving toward the neighborhood about three in the morning.
The True saw the look in the middle of the night. The electronic music of the car helped making the moment even more specially weird than before.

Absinthe's Green pearls were reflected in my eyes, and I almost felt the taste of the psychedelic potion through my tongue, and then in my esophagus and stomach, feeling sparking bubbles tapping me furiously inside me.
The quake moved by all the layers of the epidermis, bristling the hair of the most superficial skin of my body.

I felt the peculiar odor of the alcohol pass through my nose, and then passing through my lungs.
The lungs' blood gotten the smell, and that blood went through my head making the block of my mind because he don't recognized the indescribable aroma.

The shock of the first minutes waned when I realized that the most interesting of all was not knowing how to describe those absinthe's green pearls that appeared in front of me.

And curiosity took over my body, examining everything I saw:
Green stretched before my eyes.
And I could not stop swimming at the mossy river; I could not stop stroking that colorful frog of intense green; I could not stop to observe the different green shades that moved as a loop in which I couldn't go out.

And I felt an inmense admiration for that perfection that stretched ahead of mine.
And enthusiasm at being able to participate in that beauty as a secondary character.
And this enthusiasm was seen in my eyes: the green potion with its hieratic smile wanted me closer at me.

And when I approached slowly, I felt my body sparking: bubbes smote at all my skin.
And I turned green.

YOUR-SAY(2): Enjoy a silence

Enjoy a silence:

My mother always tells me that I have to enjoy more of silences when rarely appear...
Strangely, I hate the silences.
I've always hated them since I use the reason.
For this reason, I always slept with the television, or study with music.

The silence breaks my ears (impressive paradox).
When there is silence I am alone with myself and with my mind, and I'm beginning to think too of the account.

When there was silence, I am raising questions that cannot be resolved and which cannot be explained with words to other people. So I feel powerless.

I remember that when I was little and I was trying to sleep at night, I used to count the pieces of light
that came out of my roller shutter's blind holes.
From there, I started to think overnight about life and the world.

But next to the questions appeared more questions, and I wanted to resolve them. And I remember that I cried because I wanted to sleep but I could not stop thinking.

It caused me many problems in my childhood.
But suddenly I realized that the only time that I was not thinking about this questions and about bad things was when I was next to nature.

It seems silly but, there, the silence is different from the others.
It's a calming silence. As if I were in the correct habitat.


And I learned to enjoy the correct silences.


And it's for this reason that, when I saw this video for the first time, I felt comforted.

TASK(2): "Youth is the most important thing in the world"

"Youth is the most important thing in the world"



The sentence seems to say that the superficiality of the human it's the only important thing that interests in this world. And in fact, in some way, it's true.

As a rule, the society only cares about the looking of the people, the face that people show to the others to feel accepted or to seem perfect.

Oscar Wilde shows that even if you have a good looking, you can be evil and bad in your inside.
And you have to determinate what face is more important to you: the face that you show to people, or the face that you really have and you always hide.

If you have evil inside, you can hide it to the others with a beautiful face. Nevertheless, evil still here.

That's why you are not only lying to the others. You're lying to yourself too.
It's a slow suicide in life.