The Magic of the Cities.

Zen promotes the rediscovery of the obvious, which is so often lost in its familiarity and simplicity. It sees the miraculous in the common and magic in our everyday surroundings. When we are not rushed, and our minds are unclouded by conceptualizations, a veil will sometimes drop, introducing the viewer to a world unseen since childhood. ~ John Greer

Monday, May 31, 2010

Past and Present / Presente y Pasado

Revolcadero, Acapulco
Entrance to Louvre
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Sunday, May 30, 2010

Paris On The Run


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Friday, May 28, 2010

Evening Freeway

Viaducto M. Aleman

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Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Sunday Walk

“Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Just walk beside me and be my friend.”

Albert Camus
[Progressive House Music by Vincent Pellerin]

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Monday, May 24, 2010

Steps into the light

La Casa del Torno / The House of The Winch


Cuernavaca is the capital and largest city of the Mexican state of Morelos.  Established at the archeological site of Gualupita I by the Olmecs, "the mother culture" of Mesoamerica, approximately 3200 years ago. It is also a municipality located about 85 km (53 mi) south of Mexico City on the D-95 freeway.

The city was nicknamed the "City of Eternal Spring" by Alexander von Humboldt in the 19th century. It has long been a favorite escape for Mexico City and foreign visitors because of this warm, stable climate and abundant vegetation. Aztec emperors had summer residences there, and even today many famous people as well as Mexico City residents maintain homes there. Cuernavaca is also host to a large foreign resident population, including large numbers of students who come to study the Spanish language.

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Friday, May 21, 2010

Street Cross

Street offering to a death people.

Cross

Something is left
Over the warmest distances

On all the roads
there was blood from my feathers
As I tried to gather them
I saw that there were many

It is not Christ who went by
As slowly as the hours of the East

My cross did not burden my back
Nor does it fly above the roofs

THERE WERE RED SPECKS IN THE MEADOWS

My wingless cross was on my chest
And has never wished to close its eyes

A bird burns in the setting sun
The things we have forgotten

Gazing lifewards
I have seen my cigarette
smoking in the warmest distances.

From:
ARCTIC POEMS
VICENTE HUIDOBRO
Translation by Ian Barnett



Cruz
Algo se ha quedado
Sobre las más tibias lejanías

En todas las rutas
había sangre de mis plumas
Al querer recogerlas
he visto que eran muchas

No es el Cristo que ha pasado
Lento como las horas del Oriente

Mi cruz no cargó mis espaldas
Ni vuela sobre los techos

EN LA CAMPIÑA HABÍA PUNTOS ROJOS

Mi cruz sin alas iba en mi pecho
Y no ha querido nunca cerrar los ojos

Un pájaro se quema en el ocaso
Cuántas cosas hemos olvidado

Mirando hacia la vida
He visto mi cigarro
que humea en las más tibias lejanías.

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Thursday, May 20, 2010

El Camino

The Path
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Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Serpents Fountain

Fuente de las Viboras
Serpents Fountain (four serpents) by Architect Leonides Guadarrama 1964.
Chapultepec 2d Section Mexico City

To The Aztecs Quetzalcoatl was, as his name indicates, a feathered serpent, a flying reptile (much like a dragon), who was a boundary maker (and transgressor) between earth and sky. He was also a creator deity having contributed essentially to the creation of Mankind. He also had anthropomorphic forms, for example in his aspects as Ehecatl the wind god. Among the Aztecs the name Quetzalcoatl was also a priestly title, as the most two important priests of the Aztec Templo_Mayor  were called "Quetzalcoatl Tlamacazqui". In the Aztec ritual calendar, different deities were associated with the cycle of year names: Quetzalcoatl was tied to the year Ce Acatl (One Reed), which correlates to the year 1519.

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Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Sunset Walk

Isla Mujeres
Women Island beach, (in the background Cancun)

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Sunday, May 16, 2010

Chapultepec Lake



Location of the Chapultepec Lake production of Swan Lake, a ballet by Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky. The scenario, initially in four acts, was fashioned from Russian folk tales as well as an ancient German legend. It tells the story of Princess Odette, a princess turned into a swan by an evil sorcerer's curse. The choreographer of the original production was Julius Reisinger. Although it is presented in many different versions, most Ballet companies base their stagings both choreographically and musically on the Swan Lake 1895 of Marius Petipa and Lev Ivanov.

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Friday, May 14, 2010

Searching


Ver. 2

KNOWLEDGE OF THE SELF   by Prem Rawat
IN THIS LIFE you are a solitary traveler. And if you don’t understand the nature of the journey, you will get lost, because life is the only journey that, by default, cannot go in a circle.
The agent that doesn’t allow you to go around in a circle is called time. Even if today you do exactly the same thing that you did yesterday, it won’t be yesterday. It’ll be today. And if you plan to do tomorrow exactly what you did today, it still won’t be today; it will be tomorrow. You can’t go around in circles. So where are you headed? Where is this journey of life taking you?

THE RIVER OF LIFE
There are three major events that happen: One is birth. One is existence. And you know the third one, right? Everybody knows the certainty of that one.
The river of life begins with a drop, and it stops when it merges into the ocean. I am not talking about the first drop or about the merging. I am talking about the flow. In this journey of life, you’re flowing.
I am talking about the solitary journey of a human being. This is just about you and the breath that comes into you and fulfills you. I’m talking about the kindness that you have been given that you do not see as a miracle.
It is so unfortunate that you do not see your existence as a miracle until it is too late. Bad habit. Bad idea. You can change that. You can do something about it — start to witness it.
Here is the most normal thing that happens. The most incredible normal thing. It does not even take an effort. Breath comes into you. And it fills you. With what? It fills you with life. You live. You exist. You can think, you can see, you can admire. You can touch, feel, analyze, laugh, cry. You can be a dad, a mom, a brother, a sister; you can be whatever you are. Courtesy of life. Incredible miracle. Unbelievable. And it comes and it goes. Can you feel it? Can you capture its essence — as a moment? Can you be fulfilled by it? The answer is yes.


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Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Property

Parcela

Property: Something that is owned; A piece of real estate, such as a parcel of land; 
The exclusive right of possessing, enjoying and disposing of a thing ...
I wonder if anyone could gave a good life to his family with this kind of property.
No credits from banks
No government support
Low prices
and so on...

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Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Gleam in someone's lake

Chapultepec Lake
A warrior acts as if he knows what he is doing, when in effect he knows nothing.”

“The trick is in what one emphasizes. We either make ourselves miserable, or we make ourselves happy. The amount of work is the same.”

“An average man is too concerned with liking people or with being liked himself. A warrior likes, that’s all. He likes whatever or whomever he wants, for the hell of it.”

“Feeling important makes one heavy, clumsy and vain. To be a warrior one needs to be light and fluid.”

“A warrior considers himself already dead, so there is nothing to lose. The worst has already happened to him, therefore he’s clear and calm; judging him by his acts or by his words, one would never suspect that he has witnessed everything.”

“There’s no emptiness in the life of a warrior. Everything is filled to the brim. Everything is filled to the brim, and everything is equal.”

“All of us, whether or not we are warriors, have a cubic centimeter of chance that pops out in front of our eyes from time to time. The difference between the average person and a warrior is that the warrior is aware of this and stays alert, deliberately waiting, so that when this cubic centimeter of chance pops out, it is picked up.”

“The aim is to balance the terror of being alive with the wonder of being alive.”

“For a warrior, to be inaccessible means that he touches the world around him sparingly. And above all, he deliberately avoids exhausting himself and others. He doesn’t use and squeeze people until they have shriveled to nothing, especially the people he loves.”

“My laughter … is real, but it is also controlled folly because it is useless; it changes nothing and yet I still choose to do it. … I am happy because I choose to look at things that make me happy…”

“The internal dialogue is what grounds people in the daily world. The world is such and such or so and so, only because we talk to ourselves about its being such and such and so and so. The passageway into the world of shamans opens up after the warrior has learned to shut off his internal dialogue.”

“The world is a mystery. This, what you’re looking at, is not all there is to it. There is much more to the world, so much more, in fact, that it is endless. So when you’re trying to figure it out, all you’re really doing is trying to make the world familiar. You and I are right here, in the world that you call real, simply because we both know it.” 
Carlos Castaneda

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Monday, May 10, 2010

Hailstorm






Hard hailstorm arriving yesterday in afternoon at the city by west side hills.

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Sunday, May 9, 2010

Flor de Mayo / Mother's Day

From previous posts
Cosmic Mother
Friday Sunbath
Neoliberalism
Rebozo
Hopeless
Atrium
Flor de Agosto
Misty
Flor de Mayo / May Flower


An ounce  of mother is worth a ton of priest.
Spanish Proverb.

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Friday, May 7, 2010

Brand New Day


Caribbean Sea



Father and Daughgter
Rothko attack!
Ocho Tulum

Ocho Tulum

Have a great weekend!

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Thursday, May 6, 2010

The Call


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Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Flor



Invisible Lady
"When you realize how perfect everything is, you will tilt your head back and laugh at the sky." – Buddha
 
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Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Rainy Day

MiniBiker in Red
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Monday, May 3, 2010

Lost

Mikrokosmos
Carl Sagan: Up there in the immensity of the Cosmos, an inescapable perception awaits us. National boundaries are not evident when we view the Earth from space. Fanatical, ethnic, religious or national chauvinisms are a little difficult to maintain when we see our planet as a fragile blue crescent fading to become an inconspicuous point of light against the bastion and citadel of the stars.
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Sunday, May 2, 2010

The Light of The Streets

Fisherman
Chainsaw Man Pruning
In the heat of the afternoon

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Saturday, May 1, 2010

May 1st, Theme Day: Statues


Nezahualcoyotl  King of Texcoco
Sculpture by Luis Ortiz Monasterio (1956)
Nezahualcoyotl


(April 28, 1402 – June 4, 1472) was a philosopher, warrior, architect, poet and ruler (Tlatoani) of the city-state of Texcoco in Pre-Columbian Mexico. Unlike other high-profile Mexican figures from the century preceding Spanish Conquest,  Nezahualcoyotl was not an Aztec; his people were the “Acolhua", another Nahualtl people settled in the eastern part of the Valley of Mexico, the eastern side of Lake Texcoco. He is best remembered for his beautiful poetry.

Songs by Nezahualcoyotl

The destruction of the Mexican state was foreshadowed by a series of omens and prodigies which took place during the ten years preceding the arrival of Cortes. 
By the "smoking stars" is meant a comet that was visible for about a year.
The sweet-voiced quetzal there, ruling the earth, has intoxicated my soul.
I am like the quetzal bird, I am created in the one and only God; I sing sweet songs among the flowers; I chant songs and rejoice in my heart.

The fuming dewdrops from the flowers in the fields intoxicate my soul.
I grieve to myself that ever this dwelling on earth should end.
I foresaw, being a Mexican, that our rule began to be destroyed, I went forth weeping that it was to bow down and to be destroyed.
Let me not be angry that the grandeur of Mexico is to be destroyed.
The smoking stars gather against it: the one who cares for flowers is about to be destroyed.
He who cared for books wept, he wept for the beginning of the destruction.
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Amo el canto del zenzontle
Pájaro de cuatrocientas voces,
Amo el color del jade
Y el enervante perfume de las flores,
Pero más amo a mi hermano: el hombre.

I love the song of the mockingbird,
Bird of four hundred voices,
I love the color of the jadestone
And the enrapturing scent of flowers,
But more than all I love my brother: man.

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