A clasic phrase says “is this love?”, love, how could someone define love? How to explain in simple words, not using a medical, chemical, organic point of view? Maybe something tangible, but somehow abstrac. How to recognize it?
When you meet someone for the first time, you look at each other, your eyes open to absorb in a way what your eyes recognize as something that impacts you. Let’s say in an airport, a total stranger, would you believe in true love at first sight? You see green eyes, an elegant figure, that motivaste you, a mysterious person, but astonishing, is it love?
This are the kind of toughts and experiences that inspire me to wright songs.
These days at Buenos Aires have been different, filled with adventure, nervrequin feelings and enthusiasm to take with arms wide open a city that welcomes you in the same maner, but this time, alone, with no apparent cause.
I found myself beeing doubtfull, but moments later I feld a relief, a serenity, in all the environment, in the music ont he streets, in the voices of the wind, on what the road spoke to me, in the looks of the people. I found serenity and I had time to meditate in what made me unease, and then I found PEACE, which I longed for.
I Remember…Some “empanadas” shared with my grandmothers friend, so dearly she appologized for not being apropriatetly dressed for the occasion, but she did notice that with every story told, every smile, the glances, and her, sitting in front of me....inspiration, filled my heart with youth, experience, stories of pased days, which she lived with my grandma, which will stay with me.
Cherished: Moments alone playing my guitar on the parks, songs which spoke to me about moving ahead.
Discovered: Good friends and wonderfull people….oh yeah…and Dulce de Leche Frapruccino!
My quote today ¨Enjoying life...is enjoying music, friends, family, the moments that make you feel..."
