Luna en Escorpio / Moon in scorpio

I just realised the power this has had on my well being and my attitudes in life. I've got a complex astrological map, that has given me this bipolarity.

All in all, I have been fucked over an over by Saturn and Scorpio.

Thought this was and is still a bit funny and sad - but however comforting blaming the stars.

7 de Junio 2016

Que nos asombra? La gente que no se da por vencida.

La gente que es capaz de perdonar de corazon. Sin buscar venganza.

Gente que con muy poco logra cosas increibles.

La gente que no se da cuenta de las cosas obvias.

3 de Mayo 2016

The four or five things today that build my journey of life are not all intertwined as one would like them to be. Some are the same or parts of an already walked journey. For most the normal path is having a job, owning a house, being married, having kids. 

I was never part of the 'normal'. I always chose a different path... My own path. And at one point in my life I stressed endlessly for not being normal. For not reaching those milestones of normality, but I then remembered that those milestones had never been MY milestones. 

So I started wondering which were my milestones. Which ones would make me feel my life had been worth living? Which ones make me happy?

My milestones

- live abroad

- travel around the world

- live my life spiritually connected

- help other people view the world as I do ( happinness, spiritutual)

- write a book or film a movie and publish or show it

- Find a partner that will make me laugh, will challenge me intellectually,  and will make me shine brighter. And will be my life partner... 

- Create a family out of love conviction.

25 de abril 2016

Quiero ser filosofa y escribir mis pensamientos en un libro. Y quizas hacer luego un documental o expresarme en algun medio audiovisual.

Quiero hablar sobre mi teoria del odio y la reconciliacion. Quiero hablar de cosas.

Why not just write? Why do I feel i need to study more? I just feel that because I don't know everything I can't be the best or tell people about what I think. But I should be able to. Right? That's how Sartre or whoever went around it... Writing about their misery.

It's quite funny how in our world, our philosophy teacher are people that were deeply troubled and depressed, as if depression was the key to truth, and the real understanding of human nature and the keys to happiness. Well... I think that being deeply anguished does help you see the solution to happiness only if you overcome the saddness. This people never did. They just walowed in misery and talked about how to create less oppressive natures out of the horror of their depression, and their lack of existensialism and we, the human race, just elevated their thinking to something worth following. Satre, Foucoult - a resented high-class transvesti, Marx

15 de marzo 2016

London helped me realise that I could build a world again apart from my old world, wherever I was, in the world. I could start again wherever. However it also made me realise how amazing my life already was in Argentina. I had suffered a great deal the years begore, losing friends, partners, and I thought that those persons where the only ones that brought me happiness. After London, i realised there are many more that already did, and many more to come. It also showed me that it's easy to build different worlds by chasing what you love.

19 nov 2013

I dreamt my boyfriend (a boyfriend) had killed someone and I was okay with it. That's how limitless I am.

I am more scared of being alone than I thought I was. As soon as I start elaborating the idea dreams starts haunting me.

How ridicoulous? I start remembering how I felt at those times, when I was alone, and had no hope. When I cared too much about people in the past that had hurt me and not about the present.

That's when I know i need sun. Rays. Some sort of vitamin i am missing.

10 abril 2016

Writing something beautiful every single day will lead to comfort. To helping me find creative ideas.

I'm feeling uneasy. Why? Because days are going by and I've still got nothing to do. I don't have an idea of what I could do. 

A rather long recopilation of things I love...

I LUV - I compiled this list in London while 
I tried to reconnect with the beauty of life.

• The pictures of Sadler Wells dancers or any other contemporary dance photo sprayed in the tube in London, where you get that feeling you can float and leap into freedom.

• 
Nadia Comanecci, the story and the movie of 1980's. If I were to see it today I don't think I could be able to stop myself from crying all the way through.



• The Sound of Music for obvious childhood reasons: for Captain von Trapp's manly ways, strengh and his handsome looks. For Baroness Schneiders' dresses, for the phrase "I can't ask him to be less than he is" by Maria, for the sound of nostalgia.



• Sunny spring and autumn sunday mornings, the sun coming through the window, the warmth that spreads into your pores. There is something that reminds me of my childhood, of something primitive, as if nature is imprinted on ones memories, rooted by its loving energy.



• Walking into a bookstore and finding little treasures - books, which i find inspiring. The smell, colours, atmosphere makes me quiver in excitement, bringing little spasms of happy nostalgia. I feel like a child again, a girl of seven, that dreams of romance, a prince, and a happily ever after. A girl that thinks that everything is possible.



• Being inspired and getting the woozey oozey feeling in the upper chest, the thrills and goozebumps that shake your head with crazy energy, the light bulb ramble that drives you to dream of amazing things to come.



• The adrenaline that pumps throught my veins the moment I see white mountains, powder, and valleys and God's presence, and finding myself so close to nature. That sense of freedom. And knowing I can just breath deeply and probably spread my arms out in elevation and yes, fly. 


• 
Music. Tranquil, peaceful music, the one that helps quiet your mind and reconnect with your soul. And that moment. When happiness spreads through your body like electricity and you feel like crying out of emotion. Because life is majestically beautiful. 

• 

The smell from a new book, just opened, the pages that you can flip through. I love it so much... it transports me back to the school library, where I would spend so many of my brakes spread out in a sofa, lost in a magical world.



• The smell of jasmine and lillies. Ahhh, would love to live a life surrounded by them. Flowers... Is there anything more beautiful?



• Travelling and searching and reconnecting with ones hopes and dreams and the pure love of life. And adventure. I love adventure. 



• Talking to the sea. When I was a child I thought I was secretly a mermaid so the sea would know all my secrets and wishes and would help me make them true. I still wish upon it and sing new songs to it. And i still secretly think the sea will make my dreams come true.



• Writing. I just love writing. And being able to express muself through words, language, the miracle of choosing the right words with care and sensibility (this doesn't happen when I speak). I love writing.