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The kaleidoscope of life ...

The kaleidoscope of imagination as a powerful object.

I carry with me a peek from time to time, we see in the colors of life, change the setting to my liking, as a skillful driver of theater, that the strings in his hands, calloused hands, raises and lowers the fifth stage, and then play with my characters, my creatures designed to be temporary characters of my script, which I wish I wallow in my kaleidoscope.

Yes, gentlemen, I have one of my own, but are not the only one to possess, each have one, unfortunately there are few who understand the endless possibilities of this tool of alchemists, who does not look only inside that at some point we get into the kaleidoscope, there is in life ...

life, one that is staged every day on a stage and dusty old past life, wrought by so many treads on the alternation of several characters, mothers with their children, children with their fathers , the lovers with their loved ones, sisters with brothers, friends and enemies along with their friendship, love and hatred of his twin ...
... love, staged by gut-wrenching, to weep and cry, to laugh and smile, to dream and wake up with his throat parched from the heat ...
... love this strange feeling, a comic opera to be rewritten day by day, hour by hour, a script to never leave alone in a drawer to slide between his fingers perpetually, to be read and reread countless times to change the words, where they no longer have a happy sound, because they had yesterday but today they are shrill screams deafen the ears. ..

... the human comedy ... a kaleidoscope of colors, jugglers, a magician, cops and robbers, optimistic young and old whores, little women who want the gold and love me , my beloved solitude, the roar of my thoughts, violence of my frantic throw colors on my canvas ...

... then there is a voice-over narration that tells us and knows when the end comes!

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A sail, even alone - Alastair Buchan

I am not a professional review, but I would bring to the attention of all readers of my blog a book I bought and read recently: 'A sail, even alone. Technical operations and equipment to navigate without a crew in safety and peace '- Alastair Buchan.

The author is a Yachtmaster instructor certificate and, unlike others who have dealt with the same subject, has a great browsing experience on small recreational boats, or very small, as in 2010 could be called a Hurley 20.




On 'Mintaka', Alastair Buchan, after completing a circumnavigation of Britain, has also made two solo Atlantic crossings, one towards the Caribbean and back, showing that there is no need squander an asset for the realization of what, for most people, is and will remain a dream.

Its navigation and his book giving new dimension to correct what are now considered 'small boats', placing them among those that could be considered for an ocean crossing or a trip around the world, his experience also shows how the preparation of the skipper is more than any other factor that determines the outcome of navigation, regardless of the type of boat.

About this topic, I read another book in the past that had a role very important in the choices I made and took me to the purchase of my Marieholm 26: 'Twenty Small Sailboats to Take You Anywhere' - by John Vigor. In this work, the author presents an overview of boats, with suitable adjustments, can become the means suitable for surfing 'over the horizon'.




What else? Given that often the only real obstacle to our navigation is not represented nothing more than those little fears that we are hardly willing to admit even to ourselves, we have to take the sea, following in the footsteps of those before us, have hesitations and abandoned, with the means at their disposal, they did route to their dream.

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.. but the sky is bluer seeempre ... u. .. u. .. mmm ... mmm ..

About lives in the cabin of his own ego ... who lives in the middle ...

who never questions anything ... who observes from afar ...

who lives his life as a helpless spectator who expects something ... ...

Who says a character who knows ... just be the character he plays ...

who closes his eyes ... who swallow the pill without a taste of what's in your mouth ...

Who lives to survive ...

... who played there to be ...

But the sky is always bluer .. u. .. u. .. u. .. u
But the sky is always bluer .. u. .. u. .. u. .. u

The my sky ... our sky!

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new ways new words ... ..

I know it's a long time, perhaps too time that I do not write more.

But my words like the lost boys, no longer knows the way, wandered in search of the lost island that is not there.
But a new breeze, unexpected, as providential, has cleared the clouds that hid the spiteful way back home ... and who knows maybe even a bit of fairy dust has made them fly faster.

Whatever happened, came back to me, yeah, maybe because I have not understood the Neverland.

dissolution of the metaphor new things happen.

Maybe it is ending the winter?
Winter, strange season, freezing life in all its forms, but not off, it only stops for a moment the course, which at times seems long and difficult to overcome, but when it ends there are buds that had escaped the view.

I was frozen in my winter crystallized.
But ... .. here it came all of a sudden ... a warm wind that blows from the south, warm rays of sun slowly melting the ice of the cocoon in which I had hidden in the light!

movement ... And again and again to pack up and prepare for a new start.

A gypsy, this is, in my heart ... this zompetto from one place to another ...

... who knows, I'm afraid I have a crazy elf in the brain that makes the good and the bad weather that makes me jump Fly me to the nose and snorting like a runaway horse, which makes me blind madness around in a cage that he built for me, that makes me smile and rejoice so quickly, then have fun changing the rice plant, that keeps me in perpetual motion ...

... I can not stop, and when I try and I stop I feel trapped, trapped feelings, ties, duties ... I feel suffocated, I will stop the breath in your throat in ... ... apnea is an apparent death ...

... it's an elf I crazy ???!!!

Booh ... apple does not want to ask more, it's just me, with all my weakness and folly!

I found the red shoes, I've beaten three times and arrived in the kingdom of Oz ... in front of me the way with gold bricks ... look forward to the scarecrow, the tin man and cowardly lion from the heart!