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Poetry and Visual Arts from Jaqueline Zamora www.zamorestudios.com

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My latest Artist Colaboration

I sat in my little room, to think big. Opened the windows to let any idea passing by, to come in. So it did.

It touched a very personal experience. How I came to know resilience. Kate's musical melody sounds to me as a tragedy that can be overcome. The piece doesn't end with a tragic ending, instead, you can hear hope. It reminded me of how many times we fall down, and the many more times we have gotten up.

One of the most beautiful projects I've done. Thanks to Deuss Music for considering me part of REBOUND project.

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I realised I had what I wanted

After I realised my arms weren't around your neck

My kisses in someone else's lips

and my lust aching to have a horn in between my legs

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Un día la volvere cuento. El cuento de no hagas cosas buenas que parezcan malas.

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Today felt like a burnout. Even though I have never experienced one before. I took 2 naps. My neck and right shoulder are conecting in a linear pain going up and down my shoulder. Today I didn't want to think. So I grabbed my pencil and watched whatever and for some little time, I didn't felt burned out, or in pain.

Today, drawing aliviate me.

(Recycling blank spaces on my sketchbook and making the most out of it)

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Cotidiana 1

Cuando uno se sube al tren

Usualmente sabes a donde vas,

Pero no lo que te espera más allá

Te puede tocar un tren veloz y directo

O también uno con escalas y con peso muerto

Pero eso depende en como lo veas

Si parte del paisaje o resignándote a lo que pase

Si te enamoras en el camino, será el destino?

O una pérdida de tiempo para el futuro?

Cómo saber distinguir entre lo que quieres y lo que necesitas porque te hace bien?

Cómo colmar la tentación de algo nuevo, si a cambio debes dejar el nido hogareño?

Cómo saber si es un llamado de aventura o un grito de locura?

Hasta donde es amor y hasta cuando hay cordura?

Si solo se vive una vez, porque dudar de las verdades que se te revelan a flor de piel, las que te miran a los ojos y te dejan sabor a miel.

Porque somos tan complicados, los humanos.

Porque no nos hicieron más simples, como los perros, que no dudan jamás en hacerte saber cuanto te extrañaron, cuanto te aman y su lealtad que nunca pasa de moda.

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ZAMORE

ZE AMOR

Soy una persona que ama los detalles, y sobre todo, hacer historias de esos detalles. 

Cuando comencé aprender Italiano, vi como volverme parte de la cultura, no solo a través del idioma, sino a través de mi nombre.

Zamora es mi apellido, y un simple cambio de letras me hizo Zamore. 

Este juego de palabras dio lugar a una paráfrasis. Ze Amor. Un detalle que no pude ignorar.

Me convencí a mí misma que, aquel día, no había sido como cualquiera. 

Que el darme a elegir entre francés e italiano y terminar encontrando partes de mí en una lengua ajena, solo confirmaba que estaba siendo atraída a una frecuencia. Un mundo por descubrir. Y que todo lo que tenía que hacer era ser amor.

Estoy muy agradecida por ver las señales. Por permitirme verlas.

Porque no siempre tienen sentido para los demás, y te puedes convencer de que no son verdad.

¿Cómo las distingo? Simplemente las siento. Me siento. 

Me hacen sentir imparable. Audaz. Conectada a mi raíz. Abundante y suficiente en todos los sentidos.

Y sobre todo, las veo confirmarse a través de las personas que me rodean. 

Cuando soy amor, me expando, me rió tan fuerte como puedo, me duelen las mejillas de tanto sonreír, 

Conozco a gente que quiero atraer a mi vida, me caen invitaciones del cielo, de ensueños, todo me da y nada me quita

Cuando te vuelves amor, el amor que sientes viene desde ti y tienes tanto que no te queda más que compartir. 

No sabría como decirte que seas amor, pero si puedo decirte que compartiendo la mejor versión de ti mismo al mundo, solo hace que se te regrese eso y más, como efecto boomerang. 

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Señales

A veces las veo, a veces solo las siento. Pero sin importar su apariencia, sé que ahí están.

OMNIPRESENTES

Cuando creo que están calladas, casi mudas, silencio hasta mis pestañas. Cualquier movimiento ahora será una señal.

Y cuando eso no funciona, el universo usa, como aquel Dios, a sus discipulos, a sus milagros, a sus vehículos que portan el mensaje hacia ti!

No estámos solos. Si necesitas sentir apoyo para hacer valer tus acciones, sentir que a alguien le importa, las valora, ten por seguro qur siempre tendrás a ese cielo infinito escuchandote. Eres parte del mismo y es el que mejor te entiende.

Te dará y sentirás justo lo que necesitas.

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I've been up since 6:40 am and I hadn't had time to stop and let reality sink in.

I've been having a wonderful day since 6:40am.

I took the bus and didn't feel cold or wet. I saw the sunrise and I enjoyed a walk back home with only 1 layer. I was welcomed with a hug that squeezed a smile out of my face. A great part of my day, was to discover my worth on the first day of my new job. I had so many good wishes gravitating around me. A lady offered me a tissue when she heard me sniffing. I got a free ride.

I notice the seeds that are sprouting, tickling the bottom of my feet. Spreading all around me, building a path for me. I smell the fresh green grass behind the mountain of uncertainty. There is nothing I cannot imagine. If I see it I can name it, familiarize with it and soon enough it will not be unknown. Not enough fear left, to not make me curious enough to try it.

Today, I completed a day. From beginning to end.

No skipping or fast forwarding any itch of the day.

I didn't failed myself, I chose to be and do what only me, can offer.

May today be, like the rest of the days.

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The latest upgrade

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I enjoy practicing the one good thing humans are good in, the right we have by nature, the act of putting in words what your reality looks like. Points of view. Deepening the awareness.

I can't tell you why, but the pair of golden cans resembles to a couple. Standing very close to each other. As if it was winter and one is looking for the warm embrace next to his company.

Or how I've encapsuled essence of people in objects, like the yellow piece of fabric hanging on my lamp, creating this bright glow, just as big as the glow of my friend Fieke, who gifted me this when she left to Mexico, in search of more power from the sun.

The fact that I have now a picture with a teapot in the back as a casual object found on my house is for fact, a point on my timeline. I started drinking tea at 23. Yet, I've had 4 teapots passed through my hands in the last 2 years. I drink mostly english tea WITH milk. I don't drink tea without milk. Except if is camomille. I didn't have an opinion about tea until I was 24 and I moved in with an irish who has tea 7 times a day and 4 times after dinner. I expressed my opinion to him about tea stating "Any time someone wants to stay over, charge them a box of Barry's Tea"

I had a roomate who always made sure to bring tea over from the island. We bought that brown camel couch for him. He didn't use it. He likes to sit with his legs crossed like in yoga, so he couldn't fit in that couch. We still call it Jer's chair. I secretly also do it, having in mind this lesson from Coco's movie: the moment of death occurs when no one remembers you. So if I had to make an altar right now, I'd put these pictures up there. Places and moments that are memoirs of my encounters with these people that crossed me or stayed with me. I know exactly what was going on in these pictures. Who I was with, what I talked about, what I drank, etc.

Not to mention Lucia, the spanish small size (on purpose) guitar I got for my 25th birthday, as an invitation to move from the ukulele to the guitar. It is my size, but the uke is my vibe.

It served Cutting Corners Corbett to write some very J.J Cale type of songs. I hope to be animating a whole series with him for this album.

I could go on and on with stories about the sombrero asher, the folded quilt, the whisky glass, the fireplace, the filthy carpet, the colour of the walls in our living room... but I will just let you spot them on the pictures. Like those games of spot the differences.

GN.

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I'm finishing watching the documentary by Katia and Maurice Krafft. A couple from the 70s who captivated the world with their rare fascination with volcanoes.

I liked their answers to face the criticism behind the question:

"and why do you do what you do?"

Well, because they want to, just like that.

Why would anyone do something they don't want to?

Katia's notes reveal that her energy, admiration, and perseverance were focused on living her time on this earth to the fullest.

Maurice on the other hand, and without hesitation, accepted that he preferred to live an intense and short life, to a long and monotonous one.

After all, what made them the great couple of volcanologists was their decision to be so.

People admired how they chose to live their lives.

Amazed at the lightness with which they approached a life full of uncertainty, risks and threats.

And above all, they envied that it was not a story about a crazy scientist, but about a couple in love making their adventure public.

In my panoramic view, beyond romance, I understood the love of being alive. It was as if I understood an inside joke between Katia and Maurice. Why live boring unfullfiling lives, when you can live your best life?

When that host asked the question, I was faced with several flashbacks were people came up to me, with this condescendant energy, and ask me "what do you do?" And proceed to tell me how to live my life, because they couldnt understand a thing I said. None of my points were valid and suddenly, these people have all the answers to my "problems".

Next time, I'll just smile like Katia and respond, "well to me is not crazy, but certainly to people outside my head it may seem so."

#storytime #vulcano #volcano #mauricekrafft #katiakrafft #fireoflove #documentaryfilm #documental #filmmaking #summary #inlovewithbeingalive #inspiringleaders #inspiringstories

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Forest interior by moonlight — Caspar David Friedrich (1774-1840) aqua-regia009 art edits

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Irreversible (2002)

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'Cause where we go

It's Midnight in Paris

Drinking wine on the terrace

Without a care it seems

And all of the stars they gleam

A little bit brighter

I dream of the next time we go

Where its Midnight in Paris

Looking out from the Ferris wheel

No, I didn't think love was real

But I guess I was wrong

But when I'm gone

Will you still keep playing our song?

To which we sang along

And well to be honest

It was quite out of tune

But no we weren't modest

We shouted the strongest

So they could hear us on the moon

And oh that full moon

That made us go wild

But we were entitled to

We were young, we were me and you

Didn't know what life could do

When it came down to going through the sticks and the stones

But where we went is it still Midnight in Paris?

Drinking wine on the terrace

Without a care does it seem?

And all of the stars do they gleam a little bit brighter?

And will there ever be a next

Midnight in Paris?

Or has the clock struck 13

And is 12 just a daydream?

And I could be wrong but now that I'm gone

Do you still keep playing our song?

Cause me I do I still dream of you

And the Tour Eiffel it suits us well

Don't you think so too?

When harmony was me and you

When harmony was you and me

Or did we only say it figuratively?

Minuit à Paris

L'amour dans la pluie

La chaleur des bougies

La cire a fondu sur moi

Le jour que tu m'as

Dis que c'était finis

Les Minuits à Paris

Quand les rideaux c'etais tant-pis

Et on même cassait les lits

Mais c'est plus comme ça

Mes mots maladroits

Ont effrayer

Ma jolie et mon amour à Paris

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Not quite there yet, but enjoying it much.

Today I had to continue a project and I just couldn't find energy to do it. I still had energy stuck inside me, so I made up my mind and started cutting out of magazines for a collage and then I found this image and left everything behind to draw it.

Just listening to what I need right now. Giving space to what it needs to simply be, and just that.

I started reading Rick Rubins book and he gives proper thought to what spirituality is and how it influences our mind into believing we are creators.

It felt like the universe wanted to give me an advice and it gave it to e through this book. I knew there was something missing and I knew it all along.

In Rick Rubin's words:

"If you prefer to think of spirituality as simply beliving in connection, that's fine. If you think of it as believing in magic, that's fine too. The things we believe carry a charge regardless of whether they can be proven or not. The practice of spirituality is a way of looking at the world where you're not alone. There are deeper meanings behind the surface. The energy around you can be harnessed to elevate your work. You are part of something much larger than can be explained —a world of immense possibilities.

Harnessing this energy can be a marvelously useful in your creative pursuits. The principle operates on faith. Believing and behaving as if it's true. No proof is needed.

When you're working on a project, you may notice apparent coincidences appearing more often than randomness allows —almost as if there is another hand guiding yours in a certain direction. As if there is an inner knowing gently informing your movements. Faith allows you to trust the direction without needing to understand it. Pay particular attention to the moments that take your breath away. If a piece of work, a fragment of conciousness, or an element of nature is somehow allowing us to access something bigger, that is its spiritual component made manifest. It awards us a glimpse of the unseen."

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No sé como sentirme respecto a como me siento. Explota todo en mi cara mientras lo presencio en 3era persona.

Verme tragarme los añicos que me pesan dentro. Parpadear sin parar hasta que las lágrimas dejen de ser una amenaza que atenta contra mi fachada de "todo normal".

Saber ser quien no quieres ser, es un arma de dos filos porque se vuelve esa otra cara de la moneda que puedes usar. Sé como aparentar que no estoy sufriendo, por qué no usarla si me sirve para comprar tiempo? El tiempo es mi amigo porque el tiempo lo arreglará todo. Desilusiones, fracasos, corazones rotos. Con el tiempo, esto dejará de importar y cuando eso pasé, podré volver a subir el mentón, enderezar la espalda y probar intimidad con la mirada.

Hasta entonces, veme confundida. Siente mi distancia. Averigua porqué estoy lastimada. Extraña a quien tenías cerca porque yo me encuentro lejos.

Hombres, que odiosos son cuando no son solo más que niños aterrados. Cuando tenemos que darles de comer papilla porque no pueden masticar, digerir o procesar un pedazo lleno de vida.

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