WELCOME LOVE

Love came and the childhood of my eyes was born again
Everywhere love goes, my senses will go.
Everywhere it leaves its trail, its divine madness
my spirit will be.

WHAT IS CAPITALISM?

The essence of capitalism is the irrestricted production of merchandises, the unlimitated expansion of the market. This uncontrolled growth is the cause of globalization. But this expansion requires the creation of new needs, of increasing consommers. As the vast majority of consumers do not have cash, then capitalist globalize the credit in order to maintain and develop the system. Thus financial capital becomes an essential tool for the system, so that even the virtual capital becomes as important as the real capital. Finally, financial capital can only operate efficiently when people have a fully consumerist mentality, when they experience incessantly the eagerness to buy and when they feel someone through something bought.

Love is a friendship where the boundaries of reserve are not neccesary any more.

SUICIDE

When the creativity leaves my spirit forever, when my thought is dry land, rotten fruit, castrated imagination, then my life will not make sense. It will be the time for the suicide: the last act of dignity and freedom.

ALIENATION

Alienated people have no vitality, only living tension. Vitality is the life rejoicing in itself, is the life dares to live. For alienated people vitality is unnattainable reality

INTERSUBJECTIVITY

When one exists for others, the others exist for one. Being for others is at the same time being with others. Human existence is coexistence, for this reason the subjectivity of each one is never singular, but rather intersubjectivity, shared life. And this shared life supposes a set of roles, of the ajusted behaviors to the certain relationships and categories. Is it possible the authenticity, the genuine being in these inevitable conditions? That one depends of our concept of authenticity and freedom.

What we call world or reality are neither the world nor the reality. The reality is infinite, the world is inabarcable. What we know for world is only a fragment of it, an accesible small parcel to the cultivation of the reason, or rather, to the pertinacious working of our all being. If the reason is objective it is because the world presents regularities, existential constants, a unit in spite of the omnipresent change. Therefore, the reason is not the reality, but it builds and reflects the essential thing of it.