#imaginarylogbook

I don't want to be the pufferfish All things considered, the pufferfish devotes its carefree existence to drawing perfect geometries on the seafloor (for love), never suspecting that one of its few predators

There are many things in this world that we cannot see, hear, touch or feel with our human senses, but that does not mean they do not exist. In fact, we live in a world where what really matters is invisible.

There are many things in the world that cannot be seen or felt with the senses, but that does not mean they do not exist. Emotions such as love, hate and fear cannot be seen, and yet they exist. Hay muchas

They say that remembering is reliving, feeling those experiences, seeing again what you saw or hearing again what you’ve already heard. Dicen que recordar es volver a vivir, sentir esas experiencias, volver

BUT ---> Don’t use anything—only the coin and the power of your mind. 😁 Then I asked the AI if such a feat could be done. Clearly, she knows nothing at all. 🔎 In practice, here’s what happens: A coin

While they create juicy fruits seedless in laboratories I wonder who will hold the privilege of having a garden when all that madness becomes the norm... I left my verses as seeds in all your gardens And

In the world of the invisible there are many things, things that cannot be seen and lie beyond the horizon. They cannot be seen with the physical eyes, but they can be felt; that is why the fact that we

Thoughts are not nothing; they are energy and have incredible power over a person, and not just over the person who has them, but over others too, because we are all one. Los pensamientos no son la nada,

A poem with old memories and new musings, somewhat dark and accompanied by my street photos!... ✍️📷

A brief and strange conversation with "Anatole," a dead person who sometimes comes and speaks in the streets... 📷✍️

A work of fiction?... I invite you to read and judge for yourselves while also enjoying my street photography!... 📷✍️

If we do not experience every second of life as it happens, it will be a second lost; that second will turn into a minute, those into hours, and those into life itself. Do not let life slip away. Si no

Hidden in the bushes, you can trail it by the smoke in someone's backyard. Old smoke, crumbling stone. The kinds of houses that won't see another earthquake. We kindle inside houses that've stood the test

For some reason On the taskbar, Mr Google shows today a flowery outfit. Oh, tulips! My joy echoes like a ripple throughout my head. I spend a few minutes gazing at them, doing nothing, almost hours, until

I stand still, motionless in the middle of the crowd, as if watching scenes from a film, but one in which I am an outsider; at that moment, time seems to stand still, and for me the hours pass in a different

Is it true that children play with bubbles near the Sagrada Familia? Could it be that trapeze artists and human cannonballs measure 1.67? Would you ever show up at an audition to work in a circus? Too

There are cats that glow in the dark and can guide us to a magical world, even those who say they don’t believe in it. Often, all you have to do is close your eyes and feel. Hay gatos que brillan en la

A short story about my "strange habit" of seeing dead people everywhere!... 😀 📷✍️

Una mañana de un día que no era cualquier día, el antes conocido como Sr. Inercia....

Fantasy exists everywhere, but especially in our mind, our imagination, and with it we can travel wherever we want. But also that fantasy exists in our heart, perhaps memories of other worlds that our