That is my planet.
I gaze lovingly at the surface with its boundless and beautiful colours. How many times have I explored its borders as the dawn immortalises its curves, glowing in an indescribable light-blue that is perfectly outlined by the light of iridescent mesospheric clouds: the colour of infinite patience.
Shrouded in silence I look out: I feel our planet’s heart beat as I watch the vital water run along infinite veins across the land, nourished and protected by the clouds that cover Earth’s surface like the cloak of a vestal virgin. Its breathing is calm and eternal like the tides but large as ocean waves. It holds the power of winds that sweep sand from a hundred deserts to the tops of a thousand mountains in one breath.
In a few hours, all this will be a memory. My spaceship is quiet and dark in waiting, but soon it will turn into a dramatic theatre when we return to Earth. Everything that has a beginning must come to an end: this fragility makes each experience unique and even more valuable.
I try to fill my eyes, my mind and my heart with the colours, nuances and sensations so that my memories will be witness to the experience. Underneath me on Earth, lands merge: country boundaries are non-existent when you look down from up here in the Cupola. I observe the lands of men.
I always feel the irresistible attraction of the sky and stars when I look up on Earth. I encourage my mind to lose itself in the infinite and the unknown. It is in our nature, our Ulysses gene. Nonetheless, Ulysses returns to Ithaca after many travels: his island always in his dreams. If I had been born in the interstellar darkness, if I had spent my entire life traveling far from our world, I would look back at our bright-blue waters and diverse continents with the same admiration. Every sunrise and every sunset would instil the same sense of awe. I would dream of sinking my feet in the warm sands, to feel the cold embrace of snow and the caress of the salty sea-breeze that blows towards land. I would wonder how it feels to bathe in its waters, to bask in the warmth of the Sun.
But I am lucky: I was born there.
That is my planet. That is my home.
           — Astronaut Luca Parmitano

That is my planet.

I gaze lovingly at the surface with its boundless and beautiful colours. How many times have I explored its borders as the dawn immortalises its curves, glowing in an indescribable light-blue that is perfectly outlined by the light of iridescent mesospheric clouds: the colour of infinite patience.

Shrouded in silence I look out: I feel our planet’s heart beat as I watch the vital water run along infinite veins across the land, nourished and protected by the clouds that cover Earth’s surface like the cloak of a vestal virgin. Its breathing is calm and eternal like the tides but large as ocean waves. It holds the power of winds that sweep sand from a hundred deserts to the tops of a thousand mountains in one breath.

In a few hours, all this will be a memory. My spaceship is quiet and dark in waiting, but soon it will turn into a dramatic theatre when we return to Earth. Everything that has a beginning must come to an end: this fragility makes each experience unique and even more valuable.

I try to fill my eyes, my mind and my heart with the colours, nuances and sensations so that my memories will be witness to the experience. Underneath me on Earth, lands merge: country boundaries are non-existent when you look down from up here in the Cupola. I observe the lands of men.

I always feel the irresistible attraction of the sky and stars when I look up on Earth. I encourage my mind to lose itself in the infinite and the unknown. It is in our nature, our Ulysses gene. Nonetheless, Ulysses returns to Ithaca after many travels: his island always in his dreams. If I had been born in the interstellar darkness, if I had spent my entire life traveling far from our world, I would look back at our bright-blue waters and diverse continents with the same admiration. Every sunrise and every sunset would instil the same sense of awe. I would dream of sinking my feet in the warm sands, to feel the cold embrace of snow and the caress of the salty sea-breeze that blows towards land. I would wonder how it feels to bathe in its waters, to bask in the warmth of the Sun.

But I am lucky: I was born there.

That is my planet. That is my home.

           — Astronaut Luca Parmitano

My latest photography: Cat with heterochromia

My latest photography: Cat with heterochromia

Blogging strikes again

Oh I’ve so regained the blogging feeling again. So nice. With college, and all the new people, I feel like there’s much of me I can show to the world.

And so I’ll do, I’ll continue posting inspirational stuff, and blogging a bit more about my life and important events.

I’ve done some modifications. Now the about button scrolls down to the footer, where we can find a little bio about me, some links to the works I’ve published on tumblr so far, and some little nice fishes I found wandering around the Internets.

Thanks to all my followers out there, you are not many, but I appreciate it very much.

Keep looking at my blog to catch a glimpse of my soul.

And don’t hesitate to ask!

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Me alegra empezar a bloguear otra vez. Me ha animado el entrar en la Universidad y conocer a muchas nuevas personas. He sentido otra vez la necesidad de mostrarme al mundo, y que mis tonterías aun pueden resultarle interesantes a alguien.

Y así seguiré, postrando cosas que me inspiran, y blogueando un poquito mas sobre mi vida y los sucesos importantes que me pasen.

He hecho unas cuantas modificaciones, ahora el botón About redirije al pie de página de la web, donde encontrareis una pequeña biografía, unos cuantos links de los trabajos que he publicado en tumblr y unos amables pececillos que encontré vagando por Internet.

Gracias a todos mis followers, no sois muchos, pero lo aprecio muchísimo.

Seguid mirando mi blog para encontrar una rendija hacia mi interior.

Y no os lo penséis dos veces, preguntad!