I've heard about horse whisperers, what about people whisperers? 
They're the most needed!

People don't know the feeling of longing anymore.

Everyone's got cellphones, and became ubiquitous in another attempt to play god.

Along with the loss of this ability we've blinded all our different views of the world at its utmost beauty: its textures, its lights, its veins, its blood and the tears it sheds when, at the same time, the colors divide and irrupting from the ground to the sky they, once more, draw a path for wonder.

Do you prefer being loved
or to love someone?
Both seem to me selfish unlike one would suppose about love.

And then there's the best of paradises: to love & to be loved at the same time.

Wouldn't it be nice if we could all taste it, the joy of love?

Look at me. What do you see?
Do you see someone who had lived,
someone who has enjoyed herself, someone who has all she needs?

What do you see? And even furthermore, inside me?

Loss

It seems that life is nothing but a course on detachment
til the ultimate detachment: the spirit from the body.

And the worst thing is to remain in doubt
of whether we've lived all we could
we said all we wanted
we loved all it was offered.

I look at the trees branches waving
dotted with fingerprints leaves
and there I see the whole life:
the birth, the living, the dying.

And even knowing it's going to happen
I can't help but thinking: why?