12/02/08

Los extremos confines

My way - fotografía © alfonso brezmes 2008



“Strange things are happening everyday

I hear music up above my head”

Del CD Raising sand, de Robert Plant y Alison Krauss



Me gusta pensar que estiro la vida hasta sus extremos confines (Atxaga). Es una sensación de extraña libertad en medio de la rutina, de la sucesión de los días implacablemente similares a los anteriores, del anhelo de libertad absoluta que transmiten películas como Hacia rutas salvajes, una libertad que acaso realmente no sea otra cosa que la renuncia consciente a la absoluta libertad, o sea, la vida que nosotros mismos elegimos para vivirla. Quizá tan sólo sea la libertad de escuchar una canción hasta la saciedad y dejarse transportar por ella hasta el mundo que uno mismo se consigue fabricar; o la sensación intensa de apurar la copa de la vida hasta las heces, de conducir a través de un paisaje que se disuelve entre los árboles, una nieve que todo lo amansa, un horizonte líquido del que hablaba Jin, un deslizarse suavemente por la pendiente a menudo abrupta de la vida. Me consuela pensar que en el fondo cada uno vive en el mundo que es capaz de imaginar, sentir que la vida no me vive y me pasa por encima, sino que yo mismo soy el que gobierna mi propia vida, intensamente, a riesgo de morir en el empeño...

The extreme limits

I like to think that I stretch life up to its extreme limits. It´s a sensation of strange freedom in the middle of routine, in the middle of days implacably similar to the previous ones, the longing of absolute freedom that movies as Into the wild arise, a freedom that perhaps is not really another thing that the conscious renouncement to absolute freedom, or maybe it´s just the life that we ourselves chose to live. Probably it´s only the freedom of listening unendlessly the same song and leave us be transported by it up to the world that oneself manages to build up; or the intense sensation of drinking the glass of life up to the last drop, or driving across a landscape that dissolves among the trees, a snow that covers and tames everything, the liquid horizon about which spoke Jin, to slip softly along the often steep slope of life. It consoles me to think that in the end each one lives in the world that is capable to imagine, feeling that life does not live through me and runs over me, but I itself am the one that rules my own life, intensely, at the risk of dying while accomplishing the goal…

12 huellas dejadas:

Neda dijo...

Be careful what you wish for, they say, for it might actually happen. I have not the Sean Penn movie yet because I am *afraid* that it will mirror my own delusional dreams (to fly and then only to find out that there is no going back...Maybe I am a chicken, I want to break free but I also want my messy life back)...

Thanks for showing the video (never seen it either). Loved Robert Plant a long time ago..Some images look like collages you yourself may have dreamt up!

And speaking of collages and liquid horizons (sigh! what a beautiful phrase), is your lone guitarist coming back to us or jumping into that vast unknown? I know you won't tell because you always leave us on the edge...

Nice to read you again, my dear friend

JUAN dijo...

Neda

It is Jimmy Page runnig away from Robert Plant like in the good old days.

Sorry for the joke Neda.

Alfonso, I'll be back tomorrow with some serious thoughts, and I'll call you to get some help with that "Tag" thing

Frances dijo...

It reminds me of what we used to say when I was a young girl, many many many years ago. We used to tell each other "Go and take a long walk off a short pier"
LOL
But that apart, lovely image of the self-conscious lonely artist. And colour - wow. Love the blues. I would love to steal that image.

Frances dijo...

The accompaniment to the song reminds me so much of Tom Waits one of my favourite singers, and such a contrast with her beautiful cool voice. Thanks, alfonso.

deef dijo...

Superbe photo ;))

Jin dijo...

este post me ha emocionado más de la cuenta. gracias, amigo

Sweet Irene dijo...

First of all let me say that your photograph is absolutely wonderful. I love it! It is brilliantly done.

My freedom is inside of me, even when I am inside these walls of my apartment, because my freedom is the freedom of fear and anxiety and depression. I don't need to stretch the boundaries outside myself. I close the frontier to the borders that give access to my soul and inside there reigns freedom and peace.

One day, when I am very old, I will take a plunge from an airplane with a parachute, because than it won't matter if I have the shit scared out of me, but until that day peace will reign, because there is freedom in my heart.

Alfonso dijo...

Neda: yes, what if the mystery didn´t exist in our lifes?

Juan: I´ll be here for your thoughts. But hurry up or I´ll go into the wild!!

Neda: a happy blues is anoxymoron, like sweet poison or black snow, isn´t it. LOL

Thanks, Deef...

Y a tí, amiga Jin, la del horizonte líquido...

Irene: beautiful words. Wouldn´t it be a nice death, dissolving into the air, up over the trees and the clouds and happiness and loss and oblivion?

Lula May dijo...

Precioso post, Alfonso. Strange days have found us.
Tendremos que asumir ese último e indeciso riesgo y beber de esa copa gota a gota para mantener constante en nuestra boca su sabor. Consciencia. Quizás sea esa la clave. Quizás.

We’ll have to take that last risk and drink that glass up in little drops to keep it constantly. Consciousness could be the key. Could be.

Kisses,
Lula.

p.d. Sweet Irene, you know very well what you are saying.

Eva dijo...

Me gusta esa idea de vivir o, al menos tratar, de vivir lo imaginado. Afortunadamente, nuestra mente es lo único que no tiene fronteras.

Rosebud dijo...

Hola Alfonso,

You don't know me, yet I look forward everyday to reading your blog, and miss you when you don't show up.

What is freedom? I would have ventured to say solvency is. Yet, I after the pressure to perform to acquire and maintain such luxuries, I feel inclined to try the opposite approach temporarily. In the near future, I am storing the least possible stuff, giving away the rest and leaving for 2-3 months. I feel I need that as a remedy for my debiliated spirit.

"Me consuela imaginar..que cada uno vive en el mundo que es capaz de imaginar." Perhaps that is true, while I'll take a bus into remote villages in Peru, exhilarated by the lightness that I will carry with me in spirit and luggage...not too far away, there is hopelessness.

Last night my brother told me that an old man went to the hospital in Lima for a medical procedure> When he left the hospital, his two gold teeth had been extracted without his permission.

The perception of reality thus, does differ for each individual.

Alfonso dijo...

Lula: consciencia... buena palabra... los yoguis hablan de una mente consciente, libre pero consciente del aquí y el ahora. en esas andamos...

Eva: una mente sin fronteras... bueno,yo no diría tanto: en el sueño sí que se abolen las barreras, pero en la vida real, yo veo muchas barreras mentales, algunas necesarias, otras, simplemente aniquilantes...

Rosebud: so nice to let your flower into the blog!. Rosebud..., the last words of the man are for his childhood, his memories, those things that were lost in time... You speak with a strange wisdom of life. Please let your petals as well as your thorns show now and then in this small paradise of lost souls...