Luna y Marte juntos son como Joel y Clementine, de la película Eterno Resplandor de una Mente Sin Recuerdo.
Uno es un mundo de emociones y sentimientos y la otra es todo guerra, pasión y fuego. Una relación así es sin dudas conflictiva.
Si hasta ella viste de naranja, como Marte y de colores bien saturados, y él es duotono casi monocromático, como la Luna, a veces triste y otras veces está de golpe lleno de alegría y amor.
Ella es juguetona, mandada, irreverente, y cómica, cuando no es una tormenta de pensamientos conflictivos.
Él es callado, tímido, observador, rumiante, un poco Ásperger cuando no del tipo TOC Transtorno Obsesivo Compulsivo.
Ella le arrebata una pata de pollo 🍗 sin preguntar y él ya se siente que han traspasado sus límites.
Ella le dice soy Clementina, y nada de bromas con mi nombre y él le dice que está bien, y que se llama Joel.
Y así establecen las reglas básicas de ese tránsito. Vos no jodas conmigo y yo no jodo con vos. La historia termina mal. Se enamoran perdidamente. Ella un día de arrebato decide borrarlo de su mente y él que no podría vivir con ella en sus recuerdos, decide hacerlo también.
En un momento, en ese sueño, en ese recuerdo en la playa, él le dice que piensa que el nombre Clementine es mágico, ella sin vueltas le dice: “esto es todo Joel, esto va a desaparecer pronto”. Joel le dice “lo sé”. Clementine pregunta “¿que vamos a hacer?” “Disfrutarlo” le dice Joel.
Luna 🌓 en Leo ♌️ de la madrugada del 10 de Agosto a las 5:45 AM conjunta a Marte en Aries ♈️
#Arte #Audiovisual #Astronomy #Astrology #AfterEffects #Luna #Marte #Nature #timelapseart #sunsetlovers #sunset #nature #BlackmagicDesign #Cinema #Camera #Filmmaker #Filmmaking #Poesia #Astrologia #Astronomia #MattEsmay #MatiasEsmay (en Resistencia, Chaco)
The sun can brighten anybody’s day but the moon and stars shines on you in your darkest hours. 🌝✨
Tengo un poema para leerte y un abrazo para darte cada noche de tu vida, aunque no estés.
Sebastian Villalobos was the sweetest, he deserves better than to be friend zoned but I am glad they did not drag him into bigger lutteo drama.
Lleva un rato hacer este tipo de videos, éste en particular es un TimeLapse de una hora de trabajo en After Effects. Después me suele llevar otra hora en el celular hasta estar seguro de la música y el texto que lo va a acompañar. Además filmar el paso de la luna lleva, depende de cada caso, esta vez fueron como 2 o 3 horas de filmación, ya no recuerdo porque a veces ni me doy cuenta cuando el tiempo pasa.
Nada sólo quería que sepan eso, yo ya lo sé pero me di cuenta de que por ahí sólo quizás ustedes no lo sabían y entonces quería contarles cómo era que se hacía y que vieran el proceso.
Como dicen ahora, no cobro por el tiempo que lleva hacerlos sino por el tiempo que me llevo aprenderlo y que llevo practicando, que son más de dos décadas, básicamente 😂
Pero bueno, éstos son gratis, es mi manera de expresarme artísticamente y son para mí y para ustedes. Es mi manera de trabajar para ser un Artista Audiovisual, aunque todavía no sé como vaya a resultar eso de mezclar Astronomía 🔭 Audiovisual con Astrología y poesía bien plutoniana.
#Arte #Audiovisual #Astronomia #Astrologia #AfterEffects #Luna #Marte #Nature #timelapseart #MattEsmay #MatiasEsmay
Atsam mı atmasam mı çok kararsız kaldığım bir gönderi… Sonra dedim ki “Zaten bir kez gelmiyor muyuz dünyaya? At gitsin, ne olacak görelim.” Yaptığım bu çalışmayı umarım beğenirsiniz. Benim için özel bir anısı vardır.
𝕬𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑 𝖉𝖊 𝖒𝖎 𝖌𝖚𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖆
Sailor Moon Eternal
The image quality is low but there are new pictures of the movies!!!
to be honest, i don’t like how people hate a character because they are shipped with another character. for example, SOME zorobin shippers shit on Franky for no reason, except for the fact that he is shipped with Robin. Look. It’s okay to hate the ship. I have a fair amount of ships that I don’t like. (doesn’t everyone?) but it’s really dumb to hate the character just because they’re shipped with another character. I feel like sometimes the character is actually a really good character. I used to be guilty of hating characters because I thought they “got in the way of my ship”. I eventually got over it though, I grew to love the character that I once hated. My point is, try to separate your hate for the ship from the character. (if that makes sense?) Do you actually hate that character or do you just not like the ship? If you do hate the character, then it’s perfectly fine. I just want you to really think about it lol. And this applies to ships in general. I just felt the need to say this after what a Zorobin shipper said about Franky lol (refer to my other post)
please don’t come for me, zorobin shippers! i just used you guys as an example :(
Mirando mis heridas, buscando la palabra justa. Un viaje hasta la luna.
lower ❀ music video
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I have accepted at this point that my posts are all going to be badly out of chronological order in terms of our trip. We’re now skipping over Denver, Wyoming and Idaho and going straight to Washington. Oops?
Over a year ago, my friend Julia sent me a free audiobook, “Maybe You Should Talk to Someone.” In short, it’s a story written by a therapist who finds herself needing therapy after a breakup. I downloaded the book but never got around to listening to it – I’ve never really been the audiobook type. Obviously the Universe knew what it was doing – when I set out on this trip, I fired up my audible app and found the book sitting there ready to be listened to. Somewhere on that long miserable drive from Kansas to Denver, I started listening.
The author touches on a number of topics: relationships, grief, loss and change. I have about 20 different posts I’ve started stemming from this one book, but the one that is freshest in my mind today is “Welcome to Holland.” In the book, Lori (the author) is counseling a woman who learns she has terminal cancer. Lori explains that “Welcome to Holland” is a prominent essay, written in 1987 by American author and social activist Emily Perl Kingsley, about having a child with a disability. Yes, I stole that last bit from Wikipedia. The idea is this: parenthood is like planning a trip to Italy. You’ve always dreamed of going there; cruising the canals in Venice, eating pasta in Naples, being awed by the roof of the Sistine Chapel in Rome. You buy books on the best places to eat and tour, and spend hours learning basic Italian phrases. You dream of your experience; the wonderful things you’ll see, the people you will meet, and falling in love over and over again with Italy.
You board your flight and fall fast asleep, and when you awake, you’ve just touched down. You look out and see tulip fields and Dutch architecture, and your flight attendant welcomes you and your fellow passengers to Holland. Wait…what?!? But I boarded a flight to Italy!, you exclaim. I’ve made so many preparations! But try as you might, no amount of begging, pleading or cajoling will get you to Italy. You’re in Holland, and Holland is where you must stay.
See, Lori explains, “Welcome to Holland” isn’t just about parenthood; it’s about life. We all make plans and visions of what our lives will look like. We will be married. We will have a great job. We’ll be parents to beautiful and healthy children. We’ll travel the world. Inevitably, no matter how hard we try, one day we board a plane to Italy and wake up in Holland. We spend so much time preparing and planning for our lives to look one way, but sooner or later, no matter how hard we try, we all end up with our metaphorical planes touching down in Holland.
It is in Holland that we are all faced with a choice. We can spend our time missing Italy, trying desperately to get back there, and dreaming of our trip that we originally planned. We can gnash our teeth and cry and wail at the fact that this stupid plane was supposed to go to Italy, and instead we’re stuck in this dumb place that is anything but Italy. Or – we can take a look around us and start to experience the beauty of Holland. It doesn’t have Michelangelo or the Vatican or pasta, but Holland has tulip fields, the Hague, legal marijuana and the best Brazillian steakhouses inside or outside of Brazil. (Take the last one or two from personal experience). Holland has beautiful architecture, bikable cities and a great airport. When life lands us unexpectedly in Holland, we are given the choice – nay, the opportunity – to fall in love with Holland, even if it’s not the reality we expected.
Sounds nice, huh? Well, my first reaction was to scoff and say something to the effect of “yeah, sure, whatever lady.” Holland sounds nice when we’re talking about an unexpected move or a job loss, not when we’re talking about terminal cancer or a divorce or a disabled child. Did this woman really expect me to be like “oh man, I am just SO HAPPY that the man I wanted to marry broke up with me two days after I lost my job and now I am homeless, jobless and single with no prospects on any of these 3, Holland is SO GREAT”?!?! No thanks.
I hated Holland all through Kansas, most of Colorado, parts of Wyoming and DEFINITELY in Idaho. Holland was the pit in my stomach when I thought about returning home. Holland was the familiar text ding, only to find it was someone else. Holland was grief and loss. If you’d asked me to paint a picture of Holland, it would probably look a lot like Newark, the city I am convinced is the worst place on earth. Grey, smoggy, dirty and sad, I wanted nothing to do with Holland. I wanted to go back to Italy.
When I showed up to our home outside Seattle on Saturday night, I had cried the entire way through Oregon, decided to throw my phone into the Pacific Ocean when I reached Seattle, and vowed to hate Holland for time and all eternity. In what had become a theme on this trip, our host Renee took one look at my red swollen face, and immediately knew just what to say. She’d ended up at this farm in an unexpected turn of events when a divorce left her lost and homeless. In the 50+ acres of cattle, vegetables, horses and lakes, she’d found beauty even in the unexpected. I looked around, and the sprinkler mist created a rainbow in the weeping willows. The lake glistened in the setting sun, and the open fields stretched on for miles. Even Luna made a friend in Shadow, the friendly German Shepherd, and they romped in the front yard for hours. Our home was a little in-ground greenhouse that had been converted to a studio, and the hanging lanterns and wide windows made it cozy. Holland suddenly didn’t look so bad.
Scenes from the farm
It was there that I decided I wasn’t ready to go home, that I was going to open myself up to more adventures, and that it was okay to be not okay. That night was the eve of the infamous chicken alfredo, and Luna and I took a long walk into the cattle pasture while I contemplated my new life. Holland suddenly wasn’t so bad. It wasn’t what I expected, and I missed Italy, but Holland started to show its beauty there in Yakima, Washington. I would need to learn a new language, and maybe buy some new tour books, but perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad here. Welcome to Holland. I’m here to stay.
Our home in “Holland”
Wisdom from the universe and our little greenhouse
lower ❀ music video
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