CorridorOfTime

Hallo Terri.
Thank you.
People do not like corridors…they feel opressed.
I do…my life is concreted in a corridor…which length I walk thousand times a week. And there is an outlet…always.
It must be…on the other hand itwould not be one…corridor.
You have seen a door…and could be there….for this is another version of a corridor…that with doors. It shows a profoundity in yourself…a possibility of letting others to visit…”your soul-home”
What did you see on the other side of the corridor?
Not need to tell me…may be it is only for your eyes.
Rosa

Ahí el secreto.
Hay un fin…sin hay viaje..
no hay fin.. sino es viaje..
sino latir.
Así que si quieres puedes ir a ver la subida de mi otro corredor…Espero que no parezca… el correr de un hampster en su noria de… correr.
Para mí….. un desahogo.
Llegaste al cuento de “la doncella sin manos”? Estoy tan maravillada. que he tenido que cerrar el libro, para poder contener toda la información y que no me superara. Es terrible y bellísimo…. y lleno de luz.
Te escribiré…. más tiempo… menos tiempo. Eso es estar de “vacaciones”
Un beso.. dos besos… tres besos.
Rosiña

thank you Lina…...So, so….I would like to meet all your pics… but I have not time… Gosh!!!!! I am here…
One thinking… I have noticed that when I open mybubble.. since more or less yesterday, I receive the comments but some of the thumbnails of the persons cannot be seen in my bubble.. and one of the persons that are “affected” is you… I cannot see what comment or picture you have uploaded.. .have you noticed somethingk similar?... If that is so… is your thumbnails also missing in other accounts too?....We could ask….
Muchos besos…....y buenas noches Lina…
Rosa

De todas las palabras la más bella….
“pacillo”
En el idioma “gallego”...de Galicia en España….a las casas solariegas, de raigambre..de “cuna”, se las llama “pazos”. Son como pequeños castillos, mayormente de gente oligarca..terratenientes..ya sabes. Pero sin embargo, algo del sueño del hombre por su “hogar-torre”..atalaya de sueños y control y poder sobre la tierra..eso..es así…”pacillo” es diminutivo, y habla a las gentes sencillas, sin ambiciones totalitarias. Y desde ese “pacillo” que también viene de “pacer”..comer blandamente de la tierra, podemos ver la vida. Realmente el alma es una “pacillo”.. donde pastar la verdad de la vida, y donde protegernos de la inclemencias del intelecto desbocado.
Me ha encantado tu comentario. Y sí… la bolsa o maleta..es donde llevo mi sol. Pesa..lo que pesa el alma…unas veces ligera, otras muy cargada. Y entre el azul frío y el calor de la bolsa…ella gana..porque la luz aunque sea diminuta, rompe la noche y nos enseña el camino
Un apretujo Marco.
Rosa

Oh…..love your words.
Then…
I can ask…
is really bad to be faceless…
and really bad to walk into oblivion?
And for the ones that could not see the whole details of the pic…
The corridor is not endless..
in fact at the end of it there is a signal…
and the signal makes it turn into another stage of turn and may…
who knows…
ascent-descent turn.
I know ... that I know… what is it behind this end…
Life… as it is always have and end…. and since we are conscious o the fright that this offers… or the consolation for some…. it keeps on being ..”endless” like this corridor.
At the moment that we will “know” what is up…. we will loose our fantasy… the imagination.
I love the paradoxical communion between the two concepts… “essential-luxury”... there is formal using for this lenguage fantasy or use.. I do not remember it. They both are tensing my neurons into trying to live with paradoxes. As my eyes.. my look… being able to see peripherically and frontally…
And I possible like more the epithet “lemming”... half creepy… half homely.
You have played with words in a magical way… Love it. Thanks a lot for he enjoyment and aperture of my own vision.
Rosa

Thank you so much for your kind visit…
Rosa