Is this it?

Could this be it? Could this moment mean everything and nothing at the same time…the beginning of something that just ended, or the end of something that begun…are there moments?…create moments, and tonight I wished I could create one but I’m physically away…I could still create it by erasing my subjectivity and becoming clear to everyone I’m trying to reach out too…things that appear so beautiful may collapse so suddenly into nothing…I want to shout but I really feel speechless and not even my hands desire to scream it out.
Of course that by not creating a moment, I’m maintaining one that has been created! The sphere in it’s perfect action. The soil is slick, but not too fast…I’m not centred but I don’t desire do destroy this homeostasis…this apparent balanced that exists between me and some spheres that have become closer…closer by the proximity I built, or by the proximity they’ve let me gain…but yes, I’m responsible for my actions and situations around me, not completely cause all moments depend of every piece that integrates it as every piece contributes to the whole balance.
So this unbalance you, and you…yes and you, but not you, lead me towards this balance that, as days go by I become more unbalanced…yes I would love to dance and rebalance! Do you want to dance?

Imploding into an unbalanced Mutant of elliptic spheres Hysteria…under influence of the not yet released Sigur Rós album “Takk”…yes I’m back, the holidays are over and I just wished Fall was here so we could cuddle warmly into eachother while dreaming physically distant (really distant). Yes, I’m talking to you…yes you, but you too…and you that I miss so much…and I miss you too! But not you!

So I conclude: This is not it! There is no "this"…there is only a: THAT WAS IT!

Isn't it everyone's fault?

Could i write about something different if it’s just our daily torment for the past 5 days! Yes, and I mean “our” because it’s not only my concern or preoccupation!
For the past days, fire has been surrounding the northern town of Portugal, Viana do Castelo. No end appears to be near…rain, as most of us repulse during summertime, doesn’t want to show up…of course, it’s not her season!
But “why?”, most of us ask! Is there an answer…fear absorb us as we imagine to lose everything in minutes…everyone has a solution but there are few who really do something…everyone has someone to accuse, as there are few who look at what they did wrong! No-one feels responsible, but aren’t we all responsible? I responsible for my fear as I’m also responsible for my happiness, my hunger, my itching, my love, my tears…my existence…It’s not the time to let fear paralyse…it’s the time for fear to help us act in a positive way!
Isn’t it everyone’s fault as no-one realises that nothing is in it’s right place!

Past month has been amazing and really fulfilling…and of course it couldn’t end with stability cause every energy tends to homeostasis, and my sphere was just floating to far away into lunar eclipse…now I’m close to step on lunar soil!

This is a daylight post…This is a reflection I.M.H….not really imploding!

The Thorn Birds

“ O tempo parou de bater e pôs-se a fluir, arremessou-se a ele até perder o significado, transmudado na profundidade de uma dimensão mais real do que o tempo real. Ele sentia-a e, no entanto, não a sentia, pelo menos não a sentia como entidade separada; desejando fazer dela finalmente e para sempre uma simbiose em que ela figurasse como elemento distinto.” (p. 367)

“Dizem os Gregos que é pecar contra os deuses amar alguma coisa mais do que manda a razão. E lembra-se do que eles contam quando alguém é amado assim? Que os deuses invejosos, abatem o objecto desse amor na plenitude da sua força!” (p. 374)

McCullough, C. (1977). Pássaros Feridos (5ª ed.). Trad. O. M. Cajado. Viseu: Livraria Bertrand/Difel.

No written thoughts just reflections emerged from current reading.
I will leave you with this words, expecting everyone absorbs the essence, of this book I am very pleased to be currently reading, in his/her unike way (In English it’s called “The Thorn Birds” by Colleen McCullough). Probably they represent more to me than any post I could write now.

Thanks for thinking,

I.M.H. (a daylight expression)

Did time stop?

Picture by: I.M.H. in a Time Fraction

Well, I’m back…not completely but, I’m back…
“Don’t you feel like time stopped here?” Was the question Georges normally asked me every day of the 10 days into implosion…
Yes it did, cause now it’s like it was never there…like a picture in a frame where I appear but it all just felt like it was a dream (I don’t mean this in the sense of a perfect moment, just another moment).
Curiously there were things that accelerated my everything…moments…you…
As I watched time stop, I couldn’t believe how fast the past year went away…how so many things went on and nothing at the same time…I’m still lost as I was the same time last year, but now much more in control of my self, that I didn’t know 365 days ago.

Sometimes we wish time to stop…some other times we just wished it ticked away quicker and quicker…looking for that miracle drug, I found there is none but myself and every sphere I see myself in and that looks at me to reflect its existence…we suck eachother dry while we make ourselves more fulfilled from what we get from others…
We are nothing without others, and others maybe something without us, but they’ll always need someone…sometimes I just wished that someone was me to make your time stop…
So, don’t you feel like time stopped here? Can I make your time stop? I wish I could do more than just slow it down.

While time stopped I remembered how i love you all so much.

I.M.H. is imploding after recharging…tidal waves rock my shell but it got thicker and more resistant, I just hope it doesn’t get insensitive with the outside of the sphere…