Truth, honesty, imperfect perfection, freedom, mind, beauty - how I see beauty, being in love with an island and experience the magic of Life.
The first photo what you could see it’s just to get you attention - and anyways I love the book, Ian McKell is a great photographer. Well, Kate Moss isn’t bad neither :) Here is the Source, and further infos: http://iainmckell.com/Book-The-New-Gypsies-1
This blog is not gonna be about modelling, sexy girls or man (maybe the man part on my horny days), or super cars, or make up testing, or shopping, or whatever else is not me.
For sure there will be a lot of pictures, videos, and storytelling about La Palma, or other places. Sometimes maybe with not that much information - just like that:
On this platform I’d like to share my experiences, ask my question, try to find together answers - or more questions. For example:
What does our mind do when we are asleep?
https://steemit.com/philosophy/@rozsaszinpinty/does-the-mind-work-when-we-are-asleep
How does mind work when the body is in coma?
https://steemit.com/philosophy/@rozsaszinpinty/mind-in-coma
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They say I’ll need to prove that me is me, so there you go:
A little bit of La Palma and B:
As you could see, the quality is not even close to be professional, sometimes not even close to be fine. Broken camera on my phone and a shitty old digital one. But hey, isn’t it something like imperfect perfection? True, real ones?
I used to be somebody who wanted everyones love, to accept who I am, but actually I had no clue who I was. Leaving home without make up? Are you crazy? I always dressed pretty, and tried to be special but still fit into the society. I took many comments seriously, I was interested of things what my friends or my current crushes liked. Being a chameleon, who is actually a frog. Just brekbrekbrekbrek.
I don’t really want to go into this, maybe in the future. The point is, I ended up in this island, what changed me, changed my view. Started to be conscious, open minded, left all the judgments behind, lived a normal and nomad life there. Sleeping on the beach, caves, forest, yurt, rocks, whatever you can imagine. Sometimes I haven’t seen my face for weeks. And it didn’t matter. We all love each other who we are. My really good friends are older than my parents, also one of the most amazing guy I’ve ever met is only 20!!
A place where people talk to each other from their heart. And not just that what they open to you, their house, their kitchen, or give their last baguette to you. Lots of great musicians, locals who are relaxed, stimes grumpy, shouting to each other. I’ve been mad at people, arguing almost shouting with all the anger from inside, and I expected to leave me alone on the middle of the street. But no. Then I learned this is me. Cannot be always happy and lovely.
I will write about these stories - How Life gave me the lessons, and I learned. Or other people’s stories I met on my way.
Yesterday I wrote one little magical story, if you are still reading my introduction, then have look on this later: https://steemit.com/minnowtowhale/@rozsaszinpinty/gr131-read-it
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Oh yes, I’m Hungarian, so my English won’t be the best, but you will understand more or less the point. Also, I’m now in England, need to work a little. There will be for sure philosophical posts as well, fighting a lot with myself and the society to find the balance in a totally different world.
I’m a surveyor, and since I got back to the “real” world, got much interests of drone-surveying, might will share some awesomeness in that topic as well.
So far that would be me, if you think you might will find my posts interesting, follow me.
Muchos besitos,
Barbara
PS.: I love wine.
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