Extinguish Thou My Eyes

Extinguish Thou my eyes:I still can see Thee, deprive my ears of sound:I still can hear Thee, and without feet I still can come to Thee, and without voice I still can call to Thee. Sever my arms from me, I still will hold Thee with all my heart as with a single hand, arrest my heart, my brain will keep on beating, and Should Thy fire at last my brain consume, the flowing of my blood will carry Thee. Rilke.

Immortalis is out... A Strindberg Sonata is in

I had to change... Of course. Trying to do a Devised Theatre project needs a certain commitment to mercenary-less activities!

A Strindberg Sonata talks about our own identity, how it can get stolen, intruded, corrupted... a great piece written by my friend a great writer Emilio Williams.

We open in 11 days!!!

Crazy time starting my new schedule.

H.

I love you like the fish loves the water
I love you like the sun loves the moon
I love you like the foot loves the ankle
I love you, I love you, I love you

Back on track

Immortalis has been approved and will be created during this month of May!
I am fearful of the process, and extremely ambitious about the result! Hopefully I won't fuck it all up!

IMMORTALIS

I am presenting this piece on aging and creation. Our human traits that make us conscious of our mortality and our need to remain.

Must I listen?

Gut feeling, Fear, Instinct?
Time will tell... just self-preserve!

Friday

One week without writing. Frustration has knocked on the door to my life! To fight or not to fight! I am a fighter. Sometimes I think I might be at the wrong battle.

So what!

I love this poem by Jack Gilbert

MORE THAN SIXTY

Out of money, so I'm sitting in the shade
of my farmhouse cleaning the lentils
I found in the back of the cupboard.
Listening to the cicada in the fig tree
mix with the cooing doves on the roof.
I look up when I hear a goat hurt far down
the valley and discover the sea
exactly the same blue I used to paint it
with my watercolors as a child.
So what, I think happily. So what!

Sometimes you have to be a man...

You just walk up, look at them in the eyes, and say what you want... simply, directly and with all your love. They will cry, escape, run, drive away, and find any sort of way out. They will blame you for it, but you will stay. And you will again look at them. They will run and hide. And you will knock on their door. And it will be shut. Sometimes having a father is the best reality check anyone can have! I read somewhere that generally the mother provides unconditional love since you are an inseparable part of her. The father on the other side will be the measuring bar with the outside world. He will tell you whether you are capable or not and help you with his judgment. Their positive judgment is important to us. They will prepare us to live in a world that will not give us their unconditional love. I love this poem which I discovered preparing for one of my graduate classes.

Men
By Lydia Davis

There are also men in the world. Sometimes we forget, and think there are only women---endless hills and plains of unresisting women. We make little jokes and comfort each other and our lives pass quickly. But every now and then, it is true, a man rises unexpectedly in our midst like a pine tree, and looks savagely at us, and sends us hobbling away in great floods to hide in the caves and gullies until he is gone.

I am here to love and challenge myself. I am here to find truth!

Estoy empachado

de Dios!

Let us start again

So I have written blogs in the past... and I never followed them!
Now I just seem to be surrounded by them... and I have learnt that there is something about sending your words into the open cyberspace in an effort to expose, process and re-organize your thoughts and feelings... or maybe not! Anyway, here I am giving it a new try.

I have started this blog with a new title that will inspire me... I am now living in The Bible Belt of the US, and it is really shocking for me to see the importance of religion for the people living here. In Europe things feel different, the religious ideology has been substituted by what we call ethic. Now, for me, the difference in between them, is that religion puts the evaluation of humans on a supra entity, and ethics hands it 'down' to humans. I don't want to ramble on, but for me this is essential, and perhaps that is why the billboards and messages that I see around this part of the world are so interesting to me. They are totally exotic and alien. It sometimes feel like I am in a muslim country like Morocco, kissing in the street is frowned upon. And in this part of the World, it sometimes feels similar. And I think to myself... what has religion got against love? Why is it about duty, and not so much about love.

The 10 Love Commandments by me:

1. You need to kiss your loved one.
2. You need to hold their hand
3. You need to look into their eyes
4. You need to talk to them honestly
5...
Well you get the gist of it... let's us focus on our internal desires and let us put duty aside.