★19 色

Because it's up to us to color this dark world.
Look around you.
What colors do you see?
Which shade calls out to you and warms you?

De colores, de colores se visten los campos en la primavera.
De colores, de colores son los pajaritos que vienen de afuera.
De colores, de colores es el arco iris que vemos lucir.

Y por eso los grandes amores de muchos colores me gustan a mí.
Y por eso los grandes amores de muchos colores me gustan a mí.

De colores, sí, de blanco y negro y rojo, y azul y castaño.
Son colores, son colores de gente que ríe, y estrecha la mano.
Son colores, son colores de gente que sabe de la libertad.

De colores, de colores son esos paisajes que visten la aurora.
De colores, de colores son las maravillas que el sol atesora.

De colores, de colores es el arco iris que vemos lucir.

Y por eso los grandes amores de muchos colores me gustan a mí.
Y por eso los grandes amores de muchos colores me gustan a mí.

Y por eso los grandes amores de muchos colores me gustan a mí.
Y por eso los grandes amores de muchos colores me gustan a mí.


English lyrics here.

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★18 桜

The cherry blossoms have all but fallen now.

They came and they went, and while they were here they took my breath away and reminded me that I love the world I live in. I could miss them now that they're gone, but I don't. I don't because even without those little pink and white blossoms the world can be beautiful and bright. They came, they bloomed, they showed us all what they had to offer and then they were gone. Very much like every other living thing. Very much like all of us. You and me. That's their gift to us, I think. That reminder. That infusion of power.

Look.








Don't you feel you can do anything?


Don't you feel you can be grateful for everything?

★17 絵

I painted pictures again. This time I had a bit of green paint so I used that as well. Though it was thicker than I really wanted. Rather than paint, I find that I prefer working with ink because the color just bleeds onto the paper; which feels appropriate somehow, like an extension of me. But all black is sometimes too dark. There are moments that require splashes of color. If I could find colored ink... Or perhaps I'll try watercolors. Something soft.

Anyway, I think I might have found a new hobby. Pretty exciting, right?!







Recently, I've been thinking that maybe for a while there I was trying too hard to be what I wanted to be rather than what I actually am. So now I'm going through old things and discovering what still fits and what doesn't, and at the same time giving new things a go.


And I love taking pictures.

My step-dad likes photography as well. Someday I'd like to go with him somewhere and spend the day taking pictures.