only changing words..

“As a child, I had almost fallen into the well. When grown up, I nearly fell into the word “eternity,” and its quite number of other words too—“love” “hope” “country” “God.” As each word was conquered and left behind, I had the feeling that I had escaped a danger and made some progress. But no, I was only changing words and calling it deliverance. And there I had been, for the last two years, hanging over the edge of the word “
Nikos Kazantzakis

it goes on..

Two souls at the narrow streets of Iruya, a small village
at 2800 m above sea level, at Salta province..
and I am almost sure i hear Robert Frost whispering:
"In three words I can sum up everything
I've learned about life: it goes on."

music in the soul....

"Music in the soul can be heard by the universe", wrote Lao Tzu..

and i can assure you her laugh

was like a whole symphony,

coming from centuries ago

to pervade my soul.

the opposite of love...

She was so focused on her chat.. but i heard him singing.. waiting..
He finally looked at me and said: " becuase the opposite of love isn't hate, but indifference.."
Then, closing his eyes, he calmly walked away...

memories..

The leaves of memory seemed to make
A mournful rustling in the dark.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

egyptian tango..

From where can I have a word
Full of pain, rebellion and determination?
From where can I have a word born by Earth
A word which cures what Heaven words couldn't cure?

Salah Jaheen.... egyptian poet

tending towards the eternal..

i am back... two months traveling around my country...
i have passed through snowstorms... sandstorms.. rain...dust and wind covering roads, breaking the glasses of the car.. making stones hit and spoil the engine...weather changing from - 20 to + 34 degrees..

But i have found also souls that warmed mine... some became close, other were just silent meetings, in contemplation...
i have felt, suffered, smiled and grew among them...
and i remembered something i read long ago.. words that changed me forever...
“Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things – air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky – all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.” Cesare Pavese..