Sin reflexionar mucho decidí por la imagen azul, confieso que quise cambiarla e intenté decirle a mi mente que escribiese algo con la fotografía amarilla o con la roja y sencillamente no pude, las palabras, los recuerdos y el latir de mi corazón que me permiten escribir, solo se entusiasmaron con el azul.
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El “fondo” está decorado por los ojos que lo ven, esos que transmiten las experiencias vividas en el trayecto de bajada, los que han aprendido a convivir con el brillo de lágrimas, como con el entusiasmo explícito de las sonrisas. En ese encuentro con uno mismo, estando lejos de aquella superficie que nos aleja de lo que ciertamente es importante para vivir, descubrimos cosas hermosas, o no tanto, de nuestro interior, no obstante todas útiles.
Hay unas rocas solidas aun con verdor sobre si, con el color esperanza, resistiendo siempre la embestida del oleaje, mostrándonos la exquisita resiliencia necesaria eternamente, como la FE, como el AMOR. Pasará mucho para lograr erosionarlas. Son testigos de tempestades, soledades y también de renaceres. Sin embargo el mar, deja un vaivén de huellas en la arena, en la orilla, borra, dibuja y desdibuja su propio trazo al compás del viento y la luna, pudiésemos decir que evoluciona… ¿Nunca es el mismo?....como nosotros.
El cielo ofrece seguridad, sin nubes grises ni Cúmulos, ni Estratos amenazantes, solo plumas libres de lo Cirros…se puede sentir el sol radiante y la sensación que Dios, el Universo, la Divinidad, o como quieran llamarle nos atiende o escucha mejor por tener el hogar despejado o lo que es lo mismo una mente más positiva con menos pensamientos negativos, con la paz interior necesaria para poder encontrar el camino que una “cabeza” llena de miedo no nos deja ver.
En la escena solo dos humanos, el paisaje se impone, quizás son los que acampan allí, uno corre y no se moja, el otro camina humedeciendo sus pies con el agua, disfrutando cada quien a su manera, con lo que tiene con lo que puede, como testigo ese azul que sin duda quedará en sus corazones como una vieja melodía maternal, que imaginariamente regresa a mi memoria como fondo musical de la escena….: “el mar y el cielo se ven igual de azules y en la distancia parece que se unen…pero recuerda que el cielo es siempre cielo que nunca, nunca el mar lo alcanzará”
Without thinking much, I decided on the blue image. I confess that I wanted to change it and tried to tell my mind to write something with the yellow or red photograph, but I simply couldn't. The words, the memories, and the beating of my heart that allow me to write were only excited by the blue.
Maybe because it's the one I can describe from the deepest part of my soul. The first thing it evoked was an old song my mother used to listen to, produced by the duo Los Hermanos Arriagada: "The sea and the sky look equally blue, and in the distance they seem to unite... but remember that the sky is always a sky that the sea will never, ever reach." Simply immensity and depth merged into one; deep within is revealed what has not been perceived on the surface. In that depth, there is a limit that only one can know; even being there, it is possible to perceive complete freedom.
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The "background" is decorated by the eyes that see it, those that transmit the experiences lived on the downward journey, those that have learned to coexist with the sheen of tears, as with the explicit enthusiasm of smiles. In this encounter with oneself, far from that surface that distances us from what is truly important for living, we discover beautiful, or not so beautiful, things within ourselves, nonetheless all useful.
There are solid rocks, still green, with the color of hope, always resisting the onslaught of the waves, showing us the exquisite resilience eternally necessary, like FAITH, like LOVE. It will take a long time to erode them. They bear witness to storms, loneliness, and even rebirth. However, the sea leaves a wave of footprints in the sand, on the shore, erasing, drawing, and blurring its own lines in time with the wind and the moon. We could say it evolves... Is it never the same?...like us.
The sky offers security, without gray clouds or Cumulus, or threatening Stratus, only feathers free of Cirrus... you can feel the radiant sun and the sensation that God, the Universe, Divinity, or whatever you want to call it, attends to us or listens to us better because we have a clear home or what is the same, a more positive mind with fewer negative thoughts, with the inner peace necessary to be able to find the path that a "head" full of fear does not let us see.
In the scene there are only two humans, the landscape dominates, perhaps they are the ones camping there, one runs and doesn’t get wet, the other walks wetting his feet with the water, each one enjoying in his own way, with what he has, with what he can, as a witness that blue that will undoubtedly remain in their hearts like an old maternal melody, that imaginatively returns to my memory as the musical background of the scene….: “the sea and the sky look equally blue and in the distance they seem to join…but remember that the sky is always sky that the sea will never, ever reach”
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