What if I fall?

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“What if I fall?” 
“Oh my darling, what if you fly?”

Do you ever ask yourself if you like the person you are? If you are who you’ve always wanted to be? Do you know who you want to be?

To be honest, it wasn’t until a few weeks ago that I realized who I really wanted to be. I want to be that guy who tells people they can fly. I want to see the magic they have stored up in their hearts for so long. And I want to make them see it, I want to make them use it. Because, truth be told, falling is just another way to fly. Continue reading

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The quest for innovation

Originally posted on irevuo:

innovationAt one point or another every creative person must feel that everything has been done before. Everything worth writing, worth painting, worth saying. That the essential is there, for everyone to understand, that we can’t possibly capture the essence of life without being copies of someone else.

This is an universal urge, in a way. We feel that we need to step outside certain boundaries, that we have to forget about the rules in order to innovate. We want to be original, to create something new. We want to create a big enough change in the world that’s going to last forever.

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The punch you don’t see coming

punchIn boxing it’s always the punch you don’t see coming that knocks you down. The punch you weren’t expecting, the punch you never thought would hit you. Life is just like that.

It’s the bizarre coincidences we never even dared take into consideration, with an even stranger ramification of consequences. And in the ensuing chaos, we no longer understand what’s going on, and we feel like drowning. Time becomes inconsistent: a second, a minute, an hour, a day… we can no longer tell what is what. Continue reading

The Art of trying

Originally posted on irevuo:

art_tryingBefore starting this post, I gathered my little minions and they all knew what they had to do in order to help me write : my coffee was hot, my cigarettes were more than plenty, and my jazz track-list was two hours long. I don’t need two hours to write a post, but I do like to stare at the screen every ten minutes, to enjoy the blank inside my head. I didn’t make this introduction for nothing and the reason for doing it is because I want to open the Pandora box, also known as Inspiration.

There comes a moment in every artist’s life when he doesn’t know ( here is where I stopped for ten minutes to stare ) which way to go. We don’t have a secret formula, otherwise the creating process would be so simple and we all know there’s no art without struggle. We might…

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irevuo needs your help

logo_bigToday I spent almost all day searching the web for all kinds of graphic artists and illustrators and so on. And I e-mailed them and asked them if they’d like for their works to be featured on irevuo. It might sound boring, but it was far from boring.

Actually I got to see a lot of cool stuff, and it simply got me wondering why so much talent goes unseen. You know, when you see a beautiful work of art and you just want to tell everyone about it, because you feel it’s so good it deserves to be seen by everyone. Experienced, felt by everyone.

Sadly, this isn’t a battle I can fight on my own. I need your help. Together we can turn irevuo into a really cool website, one that’s going to promote indie artists of all types. But in order to do that, there’s a goal we need to reach. We need the funds to make it all possible. We need to buy all the software and templates and layouts required in order to create the magazine. We need proper hardware, and we need it as soon as possible.

irevuo needs your help. I need your help. If you want to help us out, you can do so herePerks start as low as $10. And there are many other great options as well.

Not today…

riskI spent most of today sleeping. Not because I was tired, but mostly because I felt like doing nothing. When I finally decided to get out of bed and write some stuff, the power went out. Ironic, isn’t it? I had spent most of my day telling myself that tomorrow I’ll have plenty of time to write, and when I couldn’t, I panicked.

There are few simple truths in life, and one of them is the fact that we rarely appreciate what we have until we lose it. Until it can no longer be. We tend to take things for granted, and when those things are taken from us, that’s when we realize how important they were.

We’ve always despised the ghost of what can no longer be. Continue reading

An artist’s artist

“Keep your eyes on the stars, and your feet on the ground.”Theodore Rosevelt

I think this one should be my motto, because I’m a strange mix between a realist and a dreamer. I’ve always wanted an extraordinary life, I’ve always felt that I was born to be great at something. I dream big, okay? I want to be the hero of my own life’s story, and I want it all: the good and the bad, and the great, and I never, ever give up. But I also try to keep my feet on the ground, to take it easy… step by step. To figure out exactly what foot I should place first.

To me, there are only two things worth fighting for in this life: art and love. And there are no rules of engagement. It’s all about hope, about passion, about the fight that resides inside our souls, about the spaces that rest between people… about the million different ways those spaces magically disappear. Continue reading

No More Time

Originally posted on story-a-week:

Here we are, holding hands, staring down at the dark, endless abyss. Here we are, standing at the edge of forever. Time does not exist here.

It’s just now. No future, no past. Just now. A singular moment, an infinite stretch of emotions and words left unsaid.

“I could conquer the world with one hand,” I tell her. “If only you’d hold the other.”

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