When we found this gif, we thought “How beautiful. That is the wondrous globe we are riding around on every day.“
We started following trails and inviting connectors —the daily practice of Improvised Life —and suddenly there was a poem by Pablo Neruda we had never read before, whose last line led us full circle to perfection.
(We recommend asking someone you know to read it out loud to you OR you reading it out loud.)
The future is space,
color of water, air,
black space with room for many dreams,
white space with room for all snow,
for all music.Behind lies despairing love
with no room for a kiss.
There’s a place for everyone in forests,
in streets, in houses;
there’s an underground space, a submarine space,
but what joy is to find in the end,
rising,an empty planet
great stars clear as vodka,
so uninhabited and so transparent,
and arrive there with the first telephone
so that so many men can later discuss
all their infirmities.The important thing is to be scarcely aware of oneself,
to scream from a rough mountain range
and see on another peak
the feet of a woman newly arrived.
Come on, let’s leave
this suffocating river
in which we swim with other fish
from dawn to shifting night
and now in this discovered space
let’s fly to a pure solitude.