As you can see, it's been a bit 'of time since my last writing, not because he had abandoned or forgotten, but needed a period of evolution? to bring the highest myself to new flows, not without criticism of old ideals and convictions alleged. Growth requires a cold, clear view of the position, and I still bound by ethics and metaphysics, I part of an almost predictable deployment, already passed. The feeling as simple as brilliant: "I am, I was not" lit up that myself and turned away from the pleasure to hang between poetry and infinite, moving towards an even more stormy sea, but with a much more robust and free ship .
The powers of observation brings man to distance himself and prepares to change, with a firm hardness but without pain: it is a necessity dictated by knowledge and not from the condition, which imprints itself in the new form of the final ' individual. Observing with a critical eye, I noticed that provided by "artist" and not "free man" in the sense that I belonged to any more historical period or indoctrination metaphysical / religious, and the present of myself free from any obligation and presumed truth, joyful and free as this would make me feel. Working on "artist" and maintenance of an implemented process stalled, almost regressive. By giving a soul to nature, by giving it an ideological force is considered sacred the pleasure he gave me the wonder of a poem or a symphony, however, lived in metaphysics! not that I was sorry, but comuqnue time to question it! Metaphysics or religion that is the difference? My
be "romance" moved myself against those who opposed a particular vision of life that was not related idealistically, of subsequent attack everything that belonged to a different age, professing freedom that I had not really! Enjoying the past you may not enjoy the present and of true freedom. The artist, painter, or poet, with all the pleasure that can give us, however, own plan of falsehood and fantasy: their job is to delight us and make us fly. How often reading Shakespeare, Emerson or Milton would have wanted to get on tiptoe and start to dance? how many times listening to Corelli, Beethoven, Mozart, have been drilled by a thick chest and thrown to the best starry skies? How religion spoils weak, so the most beautiful works of all time, delight the higher men, but the task of these is not to stop at this pleasure, but to move towards a broader view and free!
It starts here, with an unexpected irreverence, with the desire to not take itself seriously and does not really believe in what you do, without any claim to truth, but with the desire of all.
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