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Had you asked me this in my younger days, at age 20 maybe, I’d never have deemed this possible. Finding inner peace and sorting out the constant flow of images in my mind through buddhist meditation techniques?

meditation Chiba Japan
Back in the nineties, I used to despise those Hollywood stars turning towards far away rooted religious traditions, maybe just to hide a lack of local connectivity and personal spirituality…

So I thought, and so would I have brushed off the idea of finding access to a practice of self acknowledgement from the far east.

meditation Berlin Kreuzberg
And here I am, thinking back of my younger self not knowing for sure yet but feeling already how better things were coming my way.

Reading my old short prose poems about light embellishing the urban streets we daily cross.

meditation Quito Ecuador
Finding my first pictures taken far away, of moments in between and the  delight of dwelling it: calmly, joyfully.

Then, I’m skimming through photos from newer travels, some maybe still “unprocessed” in my mind.

meditation Tokyo Japan
I’m not so different, now. Just improved the art of being and staying myself.

You may not care much about football history, but to see an era of said history coming to an end sure is fascinating. How the Chilean team just sent home to Spain the former world champion… made me remember about Chileno, a friend from Santiago de Chile who used to play Capoeira with me while he lived in Berlin.

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This was long ago, and I’m not sure whether he still practices Capoeira, neither do I know how much he cares about football. But right now, I’m sure you must be happy, Chileno. Last night was no easy victory, but it came relentlessly, as if it was bound to happen. When a chapter closes, another one starts. I’m happy when outsider chances are turned into realities – this is the kind of football I want to watch.

Stormy weather is approaching the city, yet in the metro I see a barefoot beauty with blonde dreads taking a seat in front of me.

Berlin barefoot metro beauty

This reminds me of a “Death Note” dialogue, where the always good looking, psychopathic main character named “Light” asks his opponent, the always messy, strange looking and sharp minded “L”, about the reason for his sloppy look (– a style so many watching and cosplaying fans grew fond of). I don’t remember the exact percentage, but L basically informs Light how significantly his thinking capacity diminishes when he forces himself to dress and behave “correctly”.

On the backside of my metro ticket I take a quick sketch note of barefoot beauty, phone stuck to the ear, legs crossed and slightly swinging to the rhythm of her conversation. Looks like I found my daily inspiration.

And the storm still keeps us waiting.

Gee, how I love Berlin, at times.

… on a sunny afternoon in Berlin, Wedding, I see reflections of light transforming the other side of the street.

This is when the charm of living in a neighborhood like mine becomes obvious to me.

sunny afternoon Berlin window beauty
You don’t need to share the tastes of your neighbors, it’s sufficient to watch. Every now and then, a smile will haunt the corners of your mouth, amazed by the odd diversity even a small urban radius can be made of.

urban-glassesSometimes, the most delicious moments in life manifest themselves in small pauses. Singing birds hidden in the greenery of trees beside your window, the humming and clicking sound of a skateboard roaming the heated asphalt, a light summery breeze patting the leaves and drawing luminous movements through the shadows of things.


When the concert hasn’t begun yet and you sit on the stairs of the church entrance, watching the lazy street at your feet. When the baby still sleeps, the mom has just gone out and bright rays of light dry the linen on the balcony where you sit, relax and wonder what’ll happen next.


Sometimes, it’s best to accept the smallness of life and to savor its amplitude through moments in between.