Post nº47: Scribbles in the Notebook

Since I mentioned I’m always scribbling something, I though about getting my latest notebook and upload pictures of some of them.

The pictures are sloppy, sorry for that, but it was intentional: I don’t want anyone to mistake it for one of the things I put real effort in.

You’ll see some are unfinished. That’s because I probably had to take some notes of something important in the class and then didn’t finish. I usually don’t finish these if I stop in the middle.

Actualy, this one has a special meaning, but I won't talk about it in this post.

It's entirely made of dots. My pen broke while I was doing it.

The sloppy handwriting across the neck of the middle one is that way because it's from my left hand.

Post nº37: The People Who Love

The people you love.

The people who love themselves.

The people who loves others.

The people who love you.

Love and people, people who love, people who can’t love, and who can but don’t.

Love is such a common word, yet so powerful. Can you say it? To the person beside you? Above that, can you mean it?

What we say we want is different from what we realy want… and what we realy need.

You say you want someone you love.

But you end up wanting someone who loves only itself.

And what you realy need is to love someone who loves you.

But can you love? And if you can, do you love?

Love is for the strong. It’s hard, it takes time, it’s never perfect. Love is for the strong.

 

 

 

 

Post nº20: Photos in the Park

I went to a park I never go the other day. Took a camera. I was feeling awful, but found out that walking around and taking pictures of the place and the people there made me feel much better. They’re not realy good, but I’m pleased with them. Trees, flowers, people running around and homeless people. Cars, streets, buildings… Even the “ugly” was so real, so alive, so beautiful in different ways.

I prefer the ones I uploaded last.

These men could be dead, nobody would notice.