A celebration of life... a rainbow of colour... an explosion of light... a parade of wonder... a celebration of individuality, as well as a way to show that we are all one, the same, together... an experience that seems dream-like when you are in the middle of it... a gathering of people, unlike any other... an atmosphere of energy that creates something that feels special, which can reinvigorate any and every spirit... a feeling that influences the way that people think, speak, see, hear, and act... a power and a natural magic that is wonderful and unfathomable... a way of being that people crave and wish would always last... a festival of love, unity, as well as so much more of what makes the world and existence on this planet worth living for - that is the heart and the soul of a carnival.
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My Poem “Vamos!”
There is really no time like the present... the past anchors us but can sometimes seem closer or farther away than it appears... nothing and no one stays the same for long - explosions of energy and light burn brightly and then return to where they came from, but can be captured for all eternity through the appeture of a camera lens... the future is a constantly unveiling tapestry that can only be quantified when it is divided into seconds, minutes, hours, weeks, months, and years. The speed of light is fast - but, even in space, there are limits... the sound of someone's voice can continue to be heard long after they have passed... there are times when we have to sacrifice moments spent with people, because sometimes the time we are given isn't enough to fit everything that we need to do in... whether it is the footprints on The Moon, or the tiretracks on the surface of Mars, every one and everything leaves impressions - and some things endure not just because they exist within a vacuum, but because they are an example of why some things are innately meant to last. We leave so much behind... we all wish that we could revist some of the highlights from our life and speak to some of the people who we have lost... we all dream of things and people that seem to come out of nowhere - but when it comes to our connection with all things, everywhere, there is no such thing as the passage of time... when we realise that our time is short in comparison to most things in the universe, we all come to the conclusion that we need to do what we can, where we can, when we can - because, if we do not, then there may come a day when we awaken, wonder, and wish that when we were given the chance to do something extraordinary we had - because so many great leaps into the unknown started with someone saying: "Let's go!"
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My Poem “Hola!”
Hola! Hello! Hi! Whether it is morning, afternoon, or at night, people greet each other and reconnect with one another to continue the experience of synchronicity through communication, by opening and closing their eyes and by opening and closing their our mouths - sometimes voluntarily, sometimes because it is expected, sometimes because certain actions over time can become rituals, sometimes because if certain cultural norms are not met people can be easily offended. The value of something and what something costs matters a great deal to some people... a single word, a gesture, a look, a smile, a touch, can go a long way... a memory, a thought, a consideration for someone else can mean the world... a message from someone special to us can make our entire day. There are countless instances over the course of our life when subtleties leave a more lasting impression than those that might be considered more grandeur in size... the best way to tell whether someone's intentions are honest and selfless is always to look into their eyes... there have been thousands of languages invented since the dawn of humanity when a small group used to look up to the sky and dream, wonder, worship, and ask for answers. Whenever you find yourself in a place you do not know well it is always helpful and customary to learn some of the "local lingo" - and while on holiday recently that is exactly what I tried to do; however, since I have come back, I have found myself having to hold back saying the word "hola" - Why? Because for days on end I used that word over and over again, more times than you can know, to greet to whomever I came into contact with, and now I have to retrain my brain to once again revert back to saying a simple "hello".
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