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eathealthytrainhard:

Hello! Well I’ve lost 14kg I have 8% of fat and it has been a long hard journey, but it worth it! 

I’ve been repost! Thanks eathealthytrainhard 🙌 you really motivate me on this!

eathealthytrainhard:

Hello! Well I’ve lost 14kg I have 8% of fat and it has been a long hard journey, but it worth it! 

I’ve been repost! Thanks eathealthytrainhard 🙌 you really motivate me on this!
I’ve been trough this… And is the painful thing you can ever feel… You don’t cry from the eyes you cry from the soul… With breath stops…

I’ve been trough this… And is the painful thing you can ever feel… You don’t cry from the eyes you cry from the soul… With breath stops…

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Haha this was fun!

Haha this was fun!

The poetry of nature is never dead.

The poetry of nature is never dead.

Purple Pimentel
That day the light was beautiful I felt like I could stayed there forever… but we all now that forever doesn’t really exist farther than the word “forever”. It is not a place it is not a state either… it is just a word. So I took the picture and then that moment become forever to me, because I can take a look at this picture and I can feel the wind that blew that day and the cold sea aroma… Everything is saved in my memories and this photograph is the key that opens those memories doors. 

Thats why I love photography… it doesn’t matter if it’s well composed or if the lights are no good, for me photography is the master key.

Purple Pimentel

That day the light was beautiful I felt like I could stayed there forever… but we all now that forever doesn’t really exist farther than the word “forever”. It is not a place it is not a state either… it is just a word. So I took the picture and then that moment become forever to me, because I can take a look at this picture and I can feel the wind that blew that day and the cold sea aroma… Everything is saved in my memories and this photograph is the key that opens those memories doors. 

Thats why I love photography… it doesn’t matter if it’s well composed or if the lights are no good, for me photography is the master key.

Letter from John Chapman, also known as “Johnny Appleseed”

Dear Kate,

Here’s to the crazy ones, the misfits, the rebels. The troublemakers.
The problem child. The round pegs in the square holes.
 The ones who see things differently.



They’re not fond of rules and they have no respect for the status quo.


You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. 
About the only thing you cannot do is ignore them because they change things. 

They invent. They imagine. They heal.
 They explore. They create. They inspire.
They push the human race forward.



Maybe they have to be crazy. 

How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art?
 Or sit in silence and hear a song that has never been written?
 Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels?

 We make tools for these kinds of people.

While some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. 
Because people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.


Take care,
John Appleseed

Espergesia

Well, on the day I was born,
God was sick.

They all know that I’m alive,
that I’m vicious; and they don’t know
the December that follows from that January.
Well, on the day I was born,
God was sick.

There is an empty place
in my metaphysical shape
that no one can reach:
a cloister of silence
that spoke with the fire of its voice muffled.

On the day I was born,
God was sick.

Brother, listen to me, Listen…
Oh, all right. Don’t worry, I won’t leave
without taking my Decembers along,
without leaving my Januaries behind.
Well, on the day I was born,
God was sick.

They all know that I’m alive,
that I chew my food…and they don’t know
why harsh winds whistle in my poems,
the narrow uneasiness of a coffin,
winds untangled from the Sphinx
who holds the desert for routine questioning.

Yes, they all know…Well, they don’t know
that the light gets skinny
and the darkness gets bloated…
and they don’t know that the Mystery joins things together…
that he is the hunchback
musical and sad who stands a little way off and foretells
the dazzling progression from the limits to the Limits.

On the day I was born,
God was sick,
gravely.

-César Vallejo

Skull ring

Skull ring