31 May 2013

The Universe whispers

«She learned to tame her expectations and accept the fact that, all the variables implicated on her quest to find the pure feeling are beyond one’s control. Yet, she trusted that the universe will whisper on her ear the exact coordinates to guide her to this secluded place where magic happens and two unsuspected beings can finally find each other.»
                                                               By Raquel R. in Short Story number 7 



To a stranger

Passing stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me
as of a dream,)
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall'd as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate,
chaste, matured,
You grew up with me, were a boy with me or a girl with me,
I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become not yours
only nor left my body mine only,
You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass, you
take of my beard, breast, hands, in return,
I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or
wake at night alone,
I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.


Walt Whitman 



(here)

27 May 2013

«Simple Act of Waiting»


«She had been relentlessly enduring her search with serenity on her heart and a smile on her face, for she realized that certain things cannot be forced, as they demand from the future bearers a meticulous preparation, which can only be earned by the sum of all the defeats.» 
                                                   By Raquel R. in Short Story number 7 

 «I still haven’t found you, but I wait patiently for the day you come into my life. The thoughts of you in my dreams are worth all the lonely nights. I will fill my heart with love until the day I have the chance to give it all to you.»
                                                                                                   William Chapman


                                                         Photo Steve MCCurry 

23 May 2013

Lovestory


«But, the more she chased it, the more it got away from her, the harder she tried to make it work, the faster it broke apart and disappeared into thin air. Every time she thought she was close to her destination, a succession of unpredictable and improbable events, seemed to converge together, making her lose her way, and all her efforts to grasp its essence would end ingloriously, without leaving a visible trace, condemned to slowly fade away like an old photograph neglected by time. » 
                                                    By Raquel R. in Short Story number 7

« Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence.»  
                                                                                                H.L.Mencken 


20 May 2013

«somewhere i have never travelled»


«She longed for the unquestionable certainty that the real feeling infuses into every inch of one’s being, obliterating the tiniest specks of doubts, that circle around one’s willingness to let the guard down, like hungry sharks waiting to feed on the prey.»
                                                              By Raquel R. in Short Story number 7 






somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

e.e. cummings 

16 May 2013

True love


«But there was one thing that seemed to dodge every attempt to be apprehended and still remained a mystery to her. And that thing was love.» 
                                                    By Raquel R. in Short Story number 7

« True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen.» 
                                                              François de La Rochefoucauld 


 

13 May 2013

Look Closer


«Having found them, she would explore the core of the unexpected, loose herself within the realms of the improbable, and plunge into the depths of the unknown, because she knew, that those seemingly ordinary manifestations, hid many significant moments which are often the gateways to a happier and meaningful existence.» 
                                                    By Raquel R. in Short Story number 7

«The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.»
                                                                                                               Henry Miller 


                                                                 (here)

9 May 2013

Hidden wonders


«A long time ago she trained herself to dissect the ordinary routines that everyone takes for granted and find beauty in them. So, every day, she neglected the obvious and chased the simple details which are generally right in front of us, hence, habitually overlooked.» 
                                                   By Raquel R. in Short Story number 7

«It seems to me there’s so much more to the world than the average eye is allowed to see. I believe if you look hard, there are more wonders in this universe than you could ever have dreamt of.»
                                                                                                 Vincent Van Gogh 
                                                         


                               The pleasure of from Vitùc on Vimeo. (here)

6 May 2013

«The magic of being alive»


«The close contact of the water with her body kept her mind clear and sharp. Great is the power of water. It pushes us closer to our human origins. Like wild horses, her thoughts wandered through the fringes of her life.» 
                                                   By Raquel R. in Short Story number 7

«We are surrounded by the unknown and the unknowable and it’s bigger than us and always will be, and I think that’s what the magic of being alive is.»
                                                                                       Anthony Gormley 



2 May 2013

Short Story number 7

Short Story number 7: Inspired by the song «Love don’t leave me waiting» by Glen Hansard from the solo album Rhythm And Repose. 




        The time was 22:00 pm on a Sunday night. It was the day of the week she chose to pamper herself with a bubble bath. She closed her eyes and sunk her body in the bathtub. The close contact of the water with her body kept her mind clear and sharp. Great is the power of water. It pushes us closer to our human origins. Like wild horses, her thoughts wandered through the fringes of her life.
A long time ago she trained herself to dissect the ordinary routines that everyone takes for granted and find beauty in them. So, every day, she neglected the obvious and chased the simple details which are generally right in front of us, hence, habitually overlooked. Having found them, she would explore the core of the unexpected, lose herself within the realms of the improbable, and plunge into the depths of the unknown, because she knew, that those seemingly ordinary manifestations, hid many significant moments which are often the gateways to a happier and meaningful existence.
She appeared to have achieved all the goals most people consider to be the cornerstone of a successful life and for that she was envied. But there was one thing that seemed to dodge every attempt to be apprehended and still remained a mystery to her. And that thing was love. She longed for the unquestionable certainty that the real feeling infuses into every inch of one’s being, obliterating the tiniest specks of doubts, that circle around one’s willingness to let the guard down, like hungry sharks waiting to feed on the prey.
 But, the more she chased it, the more it got away from her, the harder she tried to make it work, the faster it broke apart and disappeared into thin air. Every time she thought she was close to her destination, a succession of unpredictable and improbable events, seemed to converge together, making her lose her way, and all her efforts to grasp its essence would end ingloriously, without leaving a visible trace, condemned to slowly fade away like an old photograph neglected by time.
 She had been relentlessly enduring her search with serenity on her heart and a smile on her face, for she realized that certain things cannot be forced, as they demand from the future bearers a meticulous preparation, which can only be earned by the sum of all the defeats.
She learned to tame her expectations and accept the fact that, all the variables implicated on her quest to find the pure feeling are beyond one’s control. Yet, she trusted that the universe will whisper on her ear the exact coordinates to guide her to this secluded place where magic happens and two unsuspected beings can finally find each other.
Until that moment finally arrives, she would resist the temptation of following the easiest path and solemnly refuse to deny the possibility of the existence of this inexplicable bond that can be mysteriously woven between two souls and stand the test of times. 
The time was now 22:49 pm and it started to rain outside. She carefully listened to the gentle sound of the raindrops on the window pane and felt the melody of this mysterious and comforting music, wrap its magic around her, like the protective arms of a loved one. She opened her eyes and acknowledged the perfection of that precise moment and surrender to its beauty, for it was right there that life truly unfolded.
By Raquel R.


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