Haitian proverb

People talk and don’t act.

God acts and doesn’t talk.

A quote by Blaise Pascal

Man is so crazy, so normality is just another form of madness.

A new space within

The “richer” you are, the more insensitive you become…

We are rich with knowledge, with experiences, with memories of all kinds.

We are the captives of our desires and yearnings, we are struggling to fulfill our dreams, but at the end of the day, we are nothing but the slaves of our false ideals.

We have worked so hard to achieve goals, done “the right things”, but more often than not we remain miserable, frustrated, hollow.

That´s for sure, we equate happiness with “having”. I have money, position, a career and God knows what.

Can you see that all these psychological or material possessions have done nothing but raising walls around you? That these possessions only enhanced your isolation? That you, in fact, strive for, reinforce and take isolation for “happiness”?…

Your mind is full to the brim with desires of all kinds, real or imagined cares, antagonistic thoughts; you are hopelessly caught in this never-ending inner dialogue.

Now, in this state of supersaturation, how do you expect Life to reach you?

How can you ever be free and creative, going from prison to prison?

Can you understand that living in this utter closeness, creates more and more frustration?

Are you aware, that your only chance to be alive is to get rid of all psychological striving, that it is imperative to break out of your inner prison, to face your conditioning and let go of it?

Life is ever new, It renews itself second by second, and in order for you to feel that, you have to start this difficult process of deliberately emptying your mind.

Only through “dying” consciously, will you experience the grace and beauty of every single moment.

This “empty” new space within you, is the secret abode from which Everything is being created.


If my only certainty is stupidity and vanity, I’ll do anything to conceal and protect them.

Modern thinking

Every person is a threat to my madness. That’s why I keep them all at a fair distance.

Life is relation

I always get inspired and learn about myself observing and carefully taking in consideration other people´s life.

Life means relation, and where there is no genuine relation between people,
there is no life. Disinterest for “the other” is in fact disinterest for your real life.

Ignoring and being indifferent to “the other”, means that you don´t want to investigate and find out WHO you are, HOW you are, or what you could be.
It means you are not interested to discover your own REAL POTENTIAL.

L’enfer c’est l´autre, (hell is the other) said Sartre. Totally wrong!

The real inferno is you! 

You, living in isolation, cut off from “the other”. You, afraid to see yourself in someone else, refusing to accept that the “stranger” is your mirror.

A highly respected man

He is a man of great integrity – he has intransigently kept away Life throughout his entire existence.

A new country

In the metro tonight, a guy was talking loudly on his phone:

“I can´t stand it, this world has gone totally berserk, I live in fucking Absurdistan”


Albertwinestain says:

“My cat taught me that if you beg for something enough times you’ll most probably get it.”

As for me, the more I ask the less I get.

I wish too sometimes to have the skills of a cat 🙂

Emil the master

Years ago I visited some good friends of mine who lived in an old beautiful house in Morlupo, an ancient village just outside Rome.

I never cared for cats before. There were so many of them coming to have dinner as my friend used to feed them all. 🙂 I was astounded to see that every single cat had its own personality. Among them, I remember one without a tail, one-eyed, cynical and very intense, and a cute one, the elegant and noble Pantofolo.

And so there was Emil, the master cat of the house.

He was so astute, really a mystical philosopher. Out of the blue, he would stare in the empty air, following attentively some invisible “shadows”, whose presence I also somehow perceived.

As my friends were away, I spent many afternoons with “the master”. He was mostly sleeping, waking up only to move along with the gentle afternoon light. I was writing, painting or composing, feeling very inspired by just watching him.

I learned from Emil much more than I have learned from many fellow human beings:

To be lazy but creative, inactive but awake.