White Path

White Path. I STEP. White path where the scents to jasmin, pine scent to field. Scent to brave cow and bulls in freedom. In this childhood of two coasts two seas and a single earth. Scent to Seas union and armonion and far Africa. Skies high blue celestial and white clouds cotton. And to far from the long white path.

To the horizon white small houses in the mount of the coal. Of the coal mountain range. Shorefront oftentimes addresses this issue. Field of Gibraltar my field. Horses ride free in by the reddish mud. Where until the dust that rises it smells well. There are no dark nights where the stars to millares shine. Stars that yaw to the bulls that rest in the pine.

And my house of great and painted walls with white lime. The wings of my imagination you fly when watching after the great large window. Of the harmonic life of its noble people. Where invier to us they are of together warm colds to the brazier. Together all we took coffee with bread from field and inlays of the mountain range of the coal. Coal mountain range of the Field of Gibraltar. Sardines hoes and squid roast clams big holes red prawns manjares of both seas. Together in hermanad we sang to the life and its people. Together to the blind cows of badness. White path the one takes that us to the hope. Oh, seas of every day mountain range of the coal. Coal mountain range of the field of Gibraltar my field. Town of the rock, San Roque Cadiz that saw me be born. Of morisco and the pirate who no longer walks nor it sails.

MOVEMENT Pure

UNIVERSE OF ALL ARTS RACES AND CREEDS NEO-SURREALIST MOVEMENT. The drowning. Till now only have to let me die. To the drowning. Trot galloping with the clenched fist. Galloping by what neither I not I hate nor my soul want to, want to escape out of the world. Shelter me in infinity. Where this is not happening.

And the soul opened in my inner struggle. Today I saw enough. Men who eat children. One aberration of the man. Para que valen my prayers or your prayers? For what? And because? I am here and there passages of the worldly life that overflow me. No longer is if I am a poet.

What I am sure is that I am a human being. I don’t want jewels of the drowning. I want neither to the arrangement. I don’t have time to breathe. I am a target. I ask time to avoid falling into the abyss. Trot of the Gallop with my arms open to the cry and my horse neigh. Green meadows of fresh pastures I want for my horse. I want pure and crystal clear clean water and for my pure soul. And for my worldly justice. Divine despite the narrow sky built. I’m still at the foot of the staircase of my shortness of breath. Text art-william. 12/01/08. Poetry of the Neo surrealist revolution. Neo surrealism art-william digital magazine founder. LETTERS AND CREATIVE FORMS.

In Search Of The Lost Word

Dear friend: Is our daily work we do with much dedication and respect. Hopefully, enjoyment of the same. A fraternal greeting. The Group of the wealth hides the primitive man was more intuitive than modern man. I couldn’t perceive subtle nature’s elemental forces since their language was in its infancy. As his intellect was developing, discovering rather, also evolved its language and began to find rational explanations to phenomena previously misunderstood.

So was reaching ideas or more abstract concepts, i.e. Universal ideas above phenomena. But in this way he was stringing to intellect and reason. Thought left his intuitive power and began to think with words. This internal chatter is confused with the Act of thinking. Language is the means of communication between human beings, but is not the basis of thought. When this is confused, limits us the thought to the meaning of the words and blind us the potential to perceive that which is inaccessible to the reason.

The reason is vital to us in everyday life, but modern man should awaken your intuition, both mental and spiritual. When we develop the ability to silence the mind, we are able to thought free of the meaning of the words and own intellect expands. This mental intuition opens. But when consciousness withdraws from the mind, spiritual intuition opens. As the mental chatter dominates, the senses are intensified and begins to perceive things that did not exist. Also mental structures expands, not only the intellect. Refined emotions, the imagination turns into display, memory and will remain under domain of consciousness. Morality is transformed and appears the detachment. Those things that did not fit within our ordinary logic begin to be understood but otherwise, which cannot be explained with words. The spiritual intuition allows us to capture the essences in your highest degree. This is why we employ several techniques to control the mental chatter and Discover the lost Word. This word is one that is not a Word, but it is the origin of thought in its purest form which has been governed by consciousness. Original author and source of the article.