If one can look at beauty today, and imagine it today disappearing tomorrow, would the tears that come ahead of its disappearance prevent us from allowing it to disappear?
often enoughseveral times a monthcertainly once, or twice a weekmuch more often than men are toTears do not come off disgust in the presence of the abominableThe most sincere tears come not from pain, not from ugliness, not from frustration. I cry for joys, on emotions, often while witnessing the gentle human in exchange with… Continue reading I cry
A spiritual and intellectual approach to eating has been a focus as of late. This approach is by no means a new phase but rather a zooming-in by way of reduction being dramatically intensified — more singularity per dish, as opposed to a variety of up to five items on a plate, and items being… Continue reading A complex simplicity in reference to childhood memories on taste
Joy, or challenge? Which enables which? If I am to answer, all evolves, stems, and is lively, out of joy — be it a known joy, or a wanted joy.
Plantains are familiar to me in the Cuban context. The wish to relive the tastes of my childhood is often not enough, though. I cook them every so often, always combining the taste I know, with the taste I want. Although non-existent in my childhood, I like the wide array of taste in meats. Today… Continue reading Cuban, Polish, and Mine
The past, and the next second, the experience, and the hunger, joy, and its intermittent absence, everything, everything seems to be the resilience which demands repetition, not to preserve life but to live it — in composed sounds, in uttered words and their placement, in the gentle push to invest mind, spirit, and flesh, even… Continue reading Repetition is a form of change
...in music, in word, in taste, i am here to share some of what we know
These days are energy, inspiration —-No! energy —- period!Here is an inner confidence in claiming that inspiration is a constant. It comes from all around, it comes in memories waiting to be re-unpacked, occasionally unpacked for the very first instance. It happens in any moment of passive, and wild, and deep observation of whatever flew… Continue reading god missing himself
I am not the promising type but there are things I know, and things known may be conveyed with the confidence which provides assurance without the need of a promise. This common want for reassuring the joys of now with promises, makes the present less worth living than a fulfilling point in being that has… Continue reading Everything but Promises
Asking a friend with experience and knowledge on fields of investment, where would he suggest a person to focus who has never invested before, he quickly answered: “Invest in yourself” Weeks ago I heard from another friend: “There is no self” I am now left with the further expansion of being, allowing more to be… Continue reading Self
Out of the mouths of many beings in transition — coming out of their hearts or out of their intellect — I hear that surrendering happens in the moment of doubt, tribulation, in the face of difficulties. This notion makes me doubt two things: —- that acceptance, surrendering, or giving in completely onto life, is… Continue reading Surrender
There might be a higher sense of beauty when the kiss consists of simply looking onto a face, sensing a sumptuous embrace of lips which have not touched.
mad in joy and, as I am, such madness can not last three months Limit me to eternity