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Sometimes I feel like the world is an illusion of something bigger .
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Free Crap
We're taught as they labeled it. Ignorance isn't a bliss but a silent suffering only more painful as seen directly. I believe in roots but not in separation, we're basically one being but deluded by our own knowledge. Science is one thing, truth is what is under the microscope, we're peeling the layers of an infinite onion folks. Some speak about conspiracy but that shit is crazy, if they can control us then we can be free, but freedom isn't a candy for lazyasses but hardwork for goodhearted souls. We can raise, but there's still some shitty stuff going around, I think they do a great work to protect people, but some people give 0's funks and then we have to pay the consequences. Enlightment guide better than a creepy text, so read some good scripts and emancipate yourself from mental slavery. I know there's a better world, a world where every You can coexist in peace. That sounds utopic or metaphysical but, we don't know everything that's to be known, let the madhatter speak for the sake of bullcrap release, I don't know who I really am.
I was trying just to say, is crazy that we think we belong to a certain place or to a certain group, and not all is dumb or made, people create these groups in order to protect values like respect, intimacy, freedom of speach, peace, etc; but we're so afraid or so convinced of what we know that any other group seems just wrong, that's not tolerance, that's not love. We should be open minded and that doesn't mean taking any shit, hell no, or just accepting odd stuff; but, respecting any single point of view, and working towards true knowledge. I think devotion is important, but if your connection to your beliefs is not helping perhaps it's a time to let go, forget and get to connect with the real stuff. Sometimes concepts departs us from the real meaning. You're part of the fountain of eternal wonder, bon voyage!
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Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light, and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery — celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: ‘It’s not where you take things from — it’s where you take them to.’
Jim Jarmusch, Five Golden Rules of Cinema
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I feel good, honestly I have a lot of suff to accomplish
Yet today, I feel good, like life's given me an opportunity
To open my mind and push some boundaries in a positive way
Still too distracted to jump. Walking through dreams
Finding new levels. I believe all dimensions are connected somehow....
I wish to see myself vibing differently, to feel more joy, more at ease
with the world, myself and others. To paint until I can paint what
I see, what I imagine.
Have a nice thursday. FV.
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Flowers and shit
I think it's been more than 10 years since the last time I wrote over here. I thought Tumblr was gone for real, glad to be here. This was like the real Pinterest back in the days. I recall when I had 20 years, I used to post poetry or thoughts. Now I just want to speak about the world. What the fuck is going on? It really depends on your age and place in society. When I was 18 yo I used to think the world was perfect in its imperfections, now I doubt it. I don't want to fight the fucking system, is so powerful it would be absurd. I hope this is not posting into Facebook, people hate this kind of stuff. The only thing that I'm saying, is... Are we going to live this way forever? It's so easy to get distracted, to lose meaning, or even to have fun in a world that seems so crazy to me. I don't think is ok to focus on negative aspects, the world has a bunch of fun and awesome stuff all around the globe. People studying, working for their dreams, others trap in the rat race or in depression. It's a freaking big world. This is the most annoying and nonsense post I ever made but I needed it. I want to let these out, because there must be a lot of people like me, feeling the same, lost in oblivion, feeling that a different world is possible even when we change nothing about ourselves. It's idiotic, but it's good. Just as social media, somehow useless, reuniting for biggers purposes doesn't seem to interest the whole. I don't even know if I want to see a different world. Well, this is me, expressing but nothing. Thank you for reading. The title, I intended to make it a poem but honestly forgot about it. Something about how beautiful flowers are and how shit is also part of life even though we do all to hide it. I really thank the existence for including me.
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“I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones.”
// Franz Kafka to Milena Jesenska
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Tú cerebro es una plastilina.
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Vista lateral, Edificio de la Torre Banobras (Banco Nacional Hipotecario - hoy Torre Insignia) con murale de Carlos Mérida en lado del campanario, av. Ricardo Flores Magon esq. av. Insurgentes Norte, Nonoalco-Tlatelolco, Cuauhtémoc, Ciudad de México 1962
Arqs. Mario Pani y Luis Ramos
Side view, Banobras Tower Building (National Mortgage Bank - now Insignia Tower) with mural by Carlos Merida on the side of the campanile, av. Ricard Flores Magon at Insurgentes, Norte, Nonoalco-Tlatelolco, Cuauhtemoc, Mexico City 1962
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🌖🌗🌘🌚
IF YOU WONDER WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE WORLD THE ANSWER IS YOU. #justkidding
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