In the daily coexistence of two different worlds, come storms that threaten to swamp the boat of our common journey. The killing triggered emotions to reason and our reptilian brain controls is made of our being. More than homo sapiens look like lizards fighting for the power of our ego.
is time to take a break, cool the overheated hard drive and a walk. The beach and the Linear Park. I'm just outside a small group of elderly women compete to prove which is sicker, who has more aches and which has passed the worst hospital adventure. My "problems" domestic, become a jilipollez in an instant. Break and watch the moon almost as full as when I photographed four weeks ago. Among the polluting haze civilized and the wild sky, lies the little woodland.
As a Thermomix, I feel like stir and cook my problems at work, my anxieties channeled thousand times thousand times overwhelmed, absences of loved ones, the future uncertain for my shoots, ... the noise of my mind inside my skull. I keep walking and find a branch to the traveler and Mediterranean Sardinian warbler, oblivious to the financial crisis and the psychoanalysis of urbanites. In search of sustenance, of the couple, the nest, the endless journey. I look, the look, go, go on. 
When return to the shelter after the hike, I feel my skin sweaty and my head more relaxed. The storm subsided and now I feel the coolness of piped water, the aroma of cooked food, the sound of family and friends. And tomorrow another day. 
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