Looking back

Once in a while a moment of reflection is needed to sort out all that was lived and directions are set, or realigned, to the new destinations that can be seen ahead


For me this moment comes at the end of the year, before the birth of the new one




More than a new year commitment, it is the clearing of the mind so that all that comes in the future can be seen fresh, unpolluted, new


And events can be seen both by the size of the accomplishments and we'll as the meaningless that they sometimes are



This year saw the breaking of a chain that I thought could last forever, that could not widstand my hand and faded as the wind blew it away



Dreams were tasted that proved to be either too big or too small to what could be offered, at least when compared to the perception of those that brought them



New landscapes were seen and lived, new flavors were tasted, horizons were broadened



Old paths were cleared to become usable again, strengthened and widened for new and bigger things to cross


New paths that showed themselves at first timid and short, proved themselves to be brave and with willpower to go further than I ever thought


And current paths continued to prove themselves reliable to depend on, strong and unrelenting to their Master's desires




Long term objectives were set and set in motion



My book became a tangible reality


A thought that gained shape, to enlighten and arouse those that read it


And much more to come in the coming year



The year 2020 will bring some changes to my usual activities, with more time pledged to those that already serve me


A new book to come out if all goes well


And changes to the blog, both in shape and content, to be seen soon




For those that have already set themselves on my path in the coming year, I will be here to take you



To those that seek my words, they will continue to flow as before



And for all I give you my wish of a good entry in 2020



Make some good wishes for the coming year


Perhaps one of them I may grant you



Regards


Master Joseph

A present to remember

The festive season is approaching, as it usually does every year


The lights, the music, that merry mood


Constantly trying to enter your mind




If you seek a moment of relief from all that



Something that you can keep hidden from all that can take you away during those boring events that your family forces you to attend



Then I have something for you

In my book you will be able to find 35 unpublished books covering fascinating themes such as



A... B... C... D... S... M... & BDSM Nirvana - What BDSM is all about



Your place as a slave - The words that can guide you into this world



The slave's Bill of Rights and Responsibilities - The terms that can protect you



A slave's prayer - A two-sided prayer for both slave and Master



Dualities: The BDSM partners - How BDSM could mix and spice your life as a couple



Ode to the masochist - The darkness fantasy for the masochist in you



And many more




Always accompanied by my comments into how those posts came to be and the messages that are said, but not written that perhaps one day you may have read, but never truly understood


Besides a chance to read about my story and how I became a Master




All this packaged in a format that you can take anywhere





If you seek the right present to take into the coming year



This could be what you truly need

A Master for all

Let's do some math



On a good day in recon, there are 80000 active profiles


If each and every single one wrote me a message asking me for a session and I accepted



What would be of me



I would not have a single day to rest until the end of my days on this Earth




Some would say that I would be the greatest Master that ever existed



I would fill every ass and mouth with my cock


My dirty underwear and socks would be so worn out inside your mouths that they would melt away as you tasted them


My shoulders would be covered in shit from all the asses that my arms would fist


All slaves would be white as snow from all my seed that would rain over them




It would be a curious and funny scenario


Me becoming the initiation ritual for all slaves on this planet




Considering that I would be common ground amongst all, why would anyone want to come to me


What would make me special




In the same way, what value would you have to me, if I accepted anyone that wanted to be mine


How would I be able to appreciate your worth against all others that came before you or that would come afterwards



But luckily or not, this is not the case



Therefore I will not be bothered if you ignore me


I will not be sad if you do not feel seduced by my calling




There is no obligation on your visit




I will only take those that come by their own free will


Filled with desire and commitment to completing the task they set themselves for



Those that can recognize the value of what I offer and are willing to pay the price for such a privilege


Those that find me special




In the same sense, I expect you to not be sad if I ignore a cruise


Or if I reply to your message saying that I am not interested in training you


I have no obligation to take all




So I can choose


In the same way that you are doing


For one that can fit what I can and want to offer



Someone that can grow to its full potential in my hands


Someone that can add value to my life


Someone that I will find to be special




As my gift will not be able to touch all


My message will not be able to enter everyone's heart


And my hands won't be able to change all




But if in you they can


You will be special

Potential

In the real of physics, potential energy is the energy held by an object because of its position relative to other objects, stresses within itself, its electric charge, or other factors



In slaves there is also potential



To learn


To experiment


To build


To shape


To become




I do not doubt that




But I reserve to myself the right to doubt the commitment you may have to achieve that



Thinking about what you want to become is easy


Speaking about is trivial


But from there, it gets harder and harder


To plan how events will unfold


To start the path of transformation


To commit to that




I do not doubt my own abilities to make you change



But I am not here to force you to be that which you do not want to be


To take by force that which you are not willing to give by your own free will



Your own feet will bring you to me


And they will take you back if you decide not to proceed




My place is to inspire you to do more


To be more


And any benefit that I may gain will only come when you finish your training and you make your final choice




Don't think that it is all fun and games for me or that the fun I can have with you is enough to make up for what I put in


After accounting for what was earned from having you and subtracting the work done before you came and after you go, the result is almost always negative




What balances the sheet in the end is you


When you are able to demonstrate that you can improve yourself with what you learn


When you come closer to realizing your full potential in my hands, as you move from the current position you are now to the one that I will guide you



Not because I want you to do so


But because you want it




With all that you are


With all that you want to be

Behind the image

The fact that I find you pretty does not mean that I find you suitable



And you will think the same of me




It is true that I have many qualities that may appeal to you



But I am sure that in your mind, it would be even better if I were also X, Y and Z




But I am not




And even if I were, I will not stay the same forever



I am not a mummy nor a vampire



I will grow old, decay and die




We all will



Only wine and whiskey get better with age




I may grow in knowledge and experience, but whatever I am now will not improve my looks and abilities



More restrictions will come, with less stamina, diminished strength and even less sexual desire




It is possible to pretend that this is not the case, with magic creams, pills and drinks, but you cannot escape the reality that surrounds us



We are all finite beings


And what was once overflowing will become a small stream, before it dries up and stops



Even if, by the time this is published, I am still in the summer of my life, I am aware of my calendar and the change of seasons ahead of me and of those that surround me



And that is why I have to think about what a permanent contract will mean for the both of us




When I say I take someone permanently, that means that I accept you and the calendar that you bring and that for as long as you have the strength and the ability to serve me, that place at my feet is still there for you to take



That there is a place for you to be mine in every sense of the slave life you seek, be that of a wondering nomad seeking the oasis of a life in the desert or the place where you lock yourself to never be free



Everyone has limits and whatever they may be, you have to be aware of them as well as I do



And whatever offer I make, being it a weekend or something more overwhelming that is set, I know what it involves, sometimes to the most minute details




Being your permanent Master means accepting both what you are now as what you will be



Being my permanent slave means that you accept it in the same way



That as my strength disappears, you will still want to feel my chain on your neck, the taste of my skin and my commands in your ears, guiding you on your path, giving meaning to your life



That you will continue being mine when the hornyness is gone and that whatever task I give that you can perform will give you as much joy as my cock entering your ass




It is a hard choice to make, but one I will never force upon no one



It is something that will depend on you alone to start and to accept the consequences of such a path



The bigger the difference of age between us, the most likely we will face such a scenario



Accepting that one day I will watch you leave to never be in contact again, leaving me in a position where I will forever be unaware of what happened



Or that my words will be gone without an ending to the story, without an end date to the contract that you once signed





It is never an easy path to belong to someone



As it is not to hold on to those that I take





One choice that I do not and will not regret making



One choice that I expect you will not regret as well



One choice that we will make worthwhile for as long as we can




As Master and slave

Infinity to one

The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the one




The serial slave


One that tries to please, appease and belong to all



Something close to the multiplication of the breads


Breaking one piece to make of it a full loaf



Seems like the solution to World hunger


But it is more of an illusion




There is only one of you


And your Master is as big as a world


How could He feel interest in having just a piece of you



Even worse if he is getting just a piece of a piece


Is He getting the best part or the worst part



If you saw on the shelf of the supermarket a hand broken half a loaf of bread selling itself for the regular price



Would you buy it


Would you buy it even if it were sold on discount



Most likely not


Even if you were really really hungry



It feels unfair that you have the opportunity to learn and live so much with those that surround you

But you can't learn from them all without making those hand tricks to fool the eye


Playing that game will only make you lose everything when you are found out



My advice is for you to consider being only of one


Or not accepting the part of being owned until you are sure that it is the correct path for you




Treat your Master with the reverence He deserves


Show Him that He is the one for you


The only one for you


The right one for you




And He will show you that you are not mistaken in your choice

One to infinity

The sky is the limit, some masters would say



The dream of many is to hold a harem of them, one for every trait, for every need, for every mood


Skipping over your ability to get those that you want, where does it stop




When do you say it is enough



It all depends mostly on your involvement with your slaves


Let's consider that for you to consider him to be a slave, he has to come visit you for an hour or two during the day, once a year


If you have 4 hours to spare every day, then theoretically you could have 730 of them (or 732 once every 4 years if you are into watch making or just being a douche bag)



But such a view is unreal and unsatisfying, as you will not have any time to enjoy your possessions


In fact, most likely you won't even be able to remember their names, real or fictional



If you spend all your time perfecting and correcting those that serve you, then most likely you will just one slave will be enough to take away all of your time




My answer to this dilema is


To make the best choice possible



There is no reason to have many, when you can have one that fulfills you


Slaves have different demands, according to the stage they are in


The more they demand, the less time you will have to give to others



The more independent a slave can be, the more slaves you can sustain


It becomes even easier when you establish a line of seniority amongst them, with one slave teaching another, correcting faults and grooming their juniors



But every slave requires a minimum of attention that has to be given to him


To guide and to show him that he has a place in his Master's life


Even if that space is small and confined, physically and mentally



When that space for the slave in his Master's life is non existent, then you may find out that, sooner or later, he will search out for a place of his own with someone else pulling his leash



The most important rule is that fulfillment should be found in what you do, whatever part you take



There is no impediment for a Master to hold on many slaves, as long as He can hold on to them


There is nothing to be won in having slaves fighting amongst themselves for the time to be with their Master



There should be only one thing in their minds


How they can serve Him

Perfectly imperfect

There is a common goal among us



The aim for perfection




Some feel that they should be as perfect as they can be in the role that they play in their lives


The perfect mother, the perfect father, the perfect worker, the perfect player




Some think that their physique should be perfect


Working out in the fields, in the gym, for hours and hours on end




Others feel that those images that society projects on them is false, unrealistic, unsatisfactory


And aim for the reverse, the opposite of what society wants



Untouched becomes marked, inked, deformed


Clean becomes dirty, unsafe, unsound, soiled


Pleasure becomes pain, destructive, pervasive


Conscious becomes unconscious, numbed, diluted, polluted


Guided becomes unguided, drawn, led, taken, forced


Freedom becomes bound, constrained, restrained




What is right and what is wrong, you may ask



It is hard to say


Even I, who has played the game for so long, am taken for these thoughts



But there is purpose in my actions


And there is consent on both parties


Where nothing happens without it



There is mutual pleasure in what we do, for you as the receiver and for me as the taker, even if some of that pleasure does not comes from what your body feels but from what your mind fulfills




There is no one other than me that will judge what I do as to its righteousness or wrongness



In you, I will only judge if what you ask is what you truly want and that you are able to fulfill your part of that desire




From there, only one path is ahead of us


The path of Master and slave


With one chain connecting both parties until the end of the contract




There will not be the perfect scene at the end, filled with flowers, greens and the sunset at the back


Most likely it will be one of chaos, dirt, sweat and cum around us




But there will be a smile in both our faces


And that makes everything right

A world of colors

Where my hands have reached

Where there is still space to leave a mark

Two sides of the coin

There are two types of slaves



Those who value themselves too high


Pretty, strong, fast, trained, fuckable



Those who consider themselves the lowest creatures upon this worth


Corrupt, vile, despised, ugly, unfit, unworthy




Spend less time evaluating what you see in the mirror


The only one fit to do that is me


Your judge, jury and executioner




I will see that who stands before


Weight the point that you are now and the distance I can take you


And either pull you towards me and my goal


Or push you towards a new and unchartered path



Distances can be shortened


Mind and body can be shaped


But determination and humility have to be there



It is not an easy journey ahead


And many have been lost on his path




Only if you strip yourself of all those preconceived ideas in your mind


Letting yourself be looked at, touched and tested


Will I be able to make my judgement




Keep back and you will be further away than where my hand can reach


And I will move towards a different choice


So let yourself be caught



And I will take you by my hand

46

It is a strange and misterious number


One that has a mesmerising appeal



Some hold it casually


While others travel around the world for a chance to have it



A number that has a tendency to wrap around you like a snake


A cold blooded reptile that easily becomes warm against your skin


That shows itself in plain sight, but feels so natural on you as if it were invisible



A number bound to connect even the most distant of persons in a bond strong enough to not be broken


Without phones or electricity


A number most liked in darkness


But that looks good with whatever colour or outfit you choose


And even better with no outfit at all



A number that is hard to remove even when you know its secret


As removing it brings more pain than what your mind can take




What is the mystery, you may ask


Maybe not the number in itself, but the one who drew it



The one who placed it


The one who locked it


The one who pulled it


Pulled you close to Him


And in doing so, Left a mark where that number was


Invisible to all but to you





Perhaps this number will fit you



Perhaps this number will fit your needs



But you will never know unless you try it

Unlimited

Time passes by quickly


Fashions have a circular life



One moment in the spotlight and the other in obscurity


Look at all-stars sneakers, skinny jeans, beards


Things that your fathers, grandfathers and in some cases, your great-grandfathers used




Two things are for sure


Things of the past have a tendency to come back



If you keep something stored for long enough, you may get a chance to use it


When the fashion returns at the end of its cycle




There is a new fashion in the market



It is called bareback


Men having sex without a condom


Men having sex, because they want to to it without a condom


Men getting together in parties for the purpose of having sex without condoms


Men who refuse to do sex with a condom




Let us look at this phenomenon, with open minds on both sides of the spectrum



Condoms are something that is around for many years, in fact even centuries


The first reported events involved using the intestinal walls of lambs, to cover the penis in the middle ages in Europe


From there up to now it became more industrialised and easily distributable, being found in pharmacies and supermarkets as well as distributed freely in some places and events


Although the original purpose of the condom was to prevent impregnation, it also allowed the prevention of sexually transmitted diseases



With the apparition of AIDS, an incurable disease that at the time didn't have any type of medication that could stop it from evolving, many people men, women and children died


The condom became the protector of lives when there was nothing else available



And it worked




Fast forward the story to 2019



One of the medications used for the treatment of HIV/AIDS is seem as being able to protect against infection from HIV positive people


People with sexually active lives, began using it everyday


Some, together with the usage of the condom, others without it


As long as you used the medication, it didn't matter if you were infected (treatment as prevention) or not ( PReP) you were safe to play around



Now.. is that true


The answer is.. no



That medication does not ensure 100% protection at this stage


And as for all the other STDs, 0%



I would love that there was a pill that one could take to protect against all diseases


In fact, if it existed, I would take two per day just to be sure that I am not a risk for any of my slaves




But unfortunately for now, there is no such thing


Now you may think that I am going to talk to you about hepatitis, sífilis, gonorrhoea, herpes, mrsa, sepsis, hiv resistance and the multitude of condoms available to use to protect yourself




I assume that you are a big boy and that you understand the risks that come from an unsafe behavior




What I want to know is



Why the fuck am I forced to take that same unsafe behavior just to be with you


Why half a millimeter of latex is going to prevent you from feeling my cock


Why, when you say that you have no limits, you impose one that prevents you from having safe sex with someone


Why, when you say that you will take whatever I throw at you, a small piece of rubber can make such a huge deal in your mind


Why, when you have the chance to be with someone with a lot less worries in your mind, you go above and beyond what that protection may give you just to be in an even bigger risk than before


Why, while you care not for your own safety, you cannot care for mine




My slaves are my servants


They care for my needs


And I am their Master


I care for their safety




If you want a taste of my seed or a drink from my fountain, you may ask for it


But I will never demand that from you or give it to you if you haven't asked me for that


If you haven't beg me for that




And that is as far as I am willing to go




If my question for safe sex gets a "never" from you


Then my answer to a possible visit to you will be the same




Never

The final piece

You open up the box


Turning the box around, you scatter the pieces


One by one, you sense the pieces around and try to find the place for them in your mind


It takes some time and patience to figure out what to do


The picture that was fuzzy and chaotic in front of you starts making more and more sense


Until it becomes clear the pieces that are needed



But when the end is in sight, there is a piece that you cannot seem to find for in your puzzle


There are many at your disposal, but none seem to fit the place you want to put it in


Some stick a bit out, others seem too short and others are just too big



The problem here is that you cannot change their shape


You cannot cut, increase or even colour them differently



What to do, you may ask, to one who has made plenty of puzzles



If you stick a piece too big, it will ruin it, so those are to be discarded


If the colour is not completely right, you find the one that is most similar to the place you want to fill


And you find the piece that is most similar in shape that can fit there



You may argue that it is cheating, as you wanted for it to look perfect


But puzzles aren't made with replacement parts in mind


They have no number on their back that allows you to say that it is that one that is missing to order one


Even if it did, new ones are coming out everyday


Why would the puzzle company keep spares for all of them


It is much easier for you just to get a new one to make



You can't make a piece to size


It is not your job to do so


They come as they are



You may just choose to quit making the puzzle, but so much effort has already been placed assembling it


If you really like it, why leave it there, hoping for that piece to appear


You have to work with what you have



Perhaps that smaller piece can work well in that space


Perhaps the dust of time will have the ability to help it settle in that space, firm and strong


Showing to all that that irregular piece has a place of its own on your puzzle




Original and out of place as you are


The correct piece for your incorrect desire


The best piece that your mind may find


The last one you will ever need

The song of the siren

I am a slave


I am nothing but a slave


I live to submit


I live to surrender


I live to obey


I am Yours




My body is Your temple


It exists to worship You


I let myself go in Your hands


Hear my prayer


Take me


I am Yours




My body is Your temple


I will keep it clean


I will keep it chaste


To be Your vessel


To carry Your will


I am Yours




Let my ears


Yearn to hear your words


Let my mouth


Yearn for your taste


As it says these words


I am Yours




Let my body


Feel the hunger


A thousand fucks


Aren't worth even a minute with you


As all I am is Yours


And that is all I want to be




I will make my body strong


I will make my mind sharp


I will prove my resolution


To give you pride in my service


For you


I am Yours




For You


And only for You


I make this sacrifice


And set myself on this path


With nothing holding me down


I am Yours




Thank You my Master

On your mark

There is an incorrect assumption that slaves make coming to me




That everything will be the same with me at each stage of the training


That every step will be repeated first and then grow on that




It is true that I will place the chain around your neck for the first time


But the second time, that chain will already have to be there


If everything started from the beginning, then what would be the point of breaking up the training in parts, of setting up new goals for you to face



I would just leave it as a never-ending story


One without any challenges for you



As time progresses, that chain has to feel like it belongs there, around your neck and its key burning to be set free from your hand onto mine


That cock has to yearn for the feeling of a cage wrapping it and the release that will never find by your own desire


That ass of yours has to feel the hunger to be taken, penetrated and owned, not letting go of the one that takes it


That body has to feel the coldness when it is not next to mine




When the bell rings, nothing will block the path ahead of you, because there will only be one goal in your mind


Doing what must be done to earn the right to advance and claim the prize



There will always be barriers ahead of you, but many are not real


While others are not that tall that your legs can't jump higher if you put your mind into it



Sometimes you just have to close your eyes and be led, trusting in the path ahead of you



But before you close them, review that path as many times as you can so that you can do it with your eyes closed




As for your reward, you will see when you arrive at the finish line

The fight

Upon the battlefield, soldiers stand face to face


A flag sets them apart, as their body and mind all stand the same


The same training, the same objective




Victory for their flag


Defeat for the other




As long as a bullet is there to be fired, so it must be fired


As long as there is sharpness in your blade, it must cut


As long as that arm has a the strength to be lifted, it must punch


As long as there is a breath to be taken, words have to be spoken



Victory or death




And the cards are set



On that fateful day, all that preparation is put to use


Uniform adjusted and tagged to the correct post, tools cleaned and set to be used, bodies strengthened to its most and minds directed towards a single goal



One adds to the next to make a squad, squads to make a platoon, platoons to make an company




Faces are filled with pride in their achievements to this point, being united by a common goal, and realization on the purpose set forth




Armed with determination and weapons in their hands they march to their destiny


Eyes and guns looking forward




The call is made


Charge to victory




The earth is revolved by the movement, dust fills the air and screams fills the ears of those willing to hear them, in a seemingly never-ending wave of destruction over everything that it touches


That wave swirls through all parts of the playing field, with each side fighting bravely for a chance to succeed




Everything is open and the odds are balanced


Until the weakest link breaks and everything quickly changes




Step by step, the scene takes a change of parts


A side forcing its path, the other trying to resist


Heated words rumble amongst those that feel the apparent loss


To stand as best as possible to try again tomorrow with a new set of soldiers, to retreat to a safer position or to give in and surrender


But surrender is never an option and retreat a last resort at best




So they decide to stand


A foolish task to be discovered


As what could not fight cannot stand the ripple of the waves




Waves that engulf those what stand in its way


Men become beast in such times


Drenched in power, no barrier stands in their way


And the waters shine bright red after the waves pass




Twilight falls upon the horizon


Peace reigns over the scene


A shallow peace still filled with noise



The sound of cries and tears


Not of those that died


But of those that await a fate worse than death



Remembering what happened


The falling of those close to them


The uselessness of their part


The foolishness of this endeavour


Not being able to make change with their actions


Powerlessness fills their beings, like a poison that doesn't kill, but just maims




A scar that will never heal


Hidden deep within




I roam the battlefield watching these souls


Stepping over this blood filled earth


Hearing them ask for release



They look for a savior


Or in its absence


An executioner


Who can take away both the guilt and the shame



Both of those who lost


As of those who won


As they know that the glory attained is forever tainted in blood, never forgiven, only forgotten in the sands of time


And for that chance to forget


They pledge all that they have and all that they are



But that is something I will not give


As memories are what makes us


And without them we are nothing




How better it would have been


If you had fought for me


I would not have told you to kill


But to fight to become better



To train to impress me


To appease me


To fulfill me



Surrendering to become strong


Instead of stronger to make others surrender




I wish I could have taken you before that scar was made


Given a new direction to that fire that burned inside you


Instead of seeing in extinguished in barren land




All that I can offer you


Is my memory of you so you are not forgotten


And a message to those that are to take the same path as you did




To choose wisely the path they will take


Because in war there are no winners


Only those that lose a little less

Burned but tasty

A picture comes in your mind


Of something fine to eat today


It should be good, it should be sweet


As for the rest you do not care




You open your pantry and find what fits the job


Something you already know that works


As for the size and measurement


It is played by tune and not by score




The kitchen gets messy as you do as well


Moving, mixing and working with what is there


Until it seems you have it right


For the occasion at hand




You light up the oven


And you stick it up inside


Time is of no importance


As what is unknown requires diligence and care




Any tune requires a good ear


You keep a good eye on it


As well as an alert nose


Just in case something goes wrong




A little burned it comes out


But the smell is nevertheless intriguing


Hoping that the flavor will be nice


A test done by yourself




A knife to cut a piece


A slice that fits in your mouth


A bite followed by another


As for the flavor... Divine




Knowing that it came out by your own device


A creation unique and special


Some you can call yours





To do again and again

A sweet to remember

At the supermarket, in the shelf of desserts you can find them



In the package you look at the picture of a delicious treat



The instructions seem easy to follow even for the most inexperienced cook



There are some add-on ingredients you have to buy if you want to do it, which you add to your cart



As you walk by the aisle you notice that the components of this dessert seem all but natural



But you think of the taste of it in your mouth and make your best effort to forget its origin



And you buy it




At home you add up everything in the specific order and sequence


Measured with the precision of a ruler and scale


In the most clean and sterile environment on Earth


And when finished you put it in the oven


To cook at the correct temperature for the correct time that is written




As the timer rings, you open up the door



And you bring the plate out



It is hot and the smell is nice



It does not look anything like the picture on the box



But you hope that the taste corresponds to the image in your mind



So you open up the refrigerator



And let it cool down inside




After dinner you take it out



And eat for dessert



It promised a lot


The taste of a delicacy... which it wasn't


For the price of a bun... which it was


That would last for 6 servings... which did for two



And that is good


As it is what you get



From an instant pudding

Family ties

There are links that bind us in strange ways



We may dismiss them as play, as casual events that happen by chance



But many times it is much more than that



Those moments that we spend sharing our thoughts, our feelings and our emotions




How great, how profound, how mundane




Some of those moments were good, some of them were bad


But we faced them together




And there was no doubt in mind in whom you could depend on, with whom you could live them with


Whatever sacrifice that was made, it felt insignificant and puny when you think of the one for whom you made them for




It is true that the blood in our veins does not connect us, nor does a common surname, or even the same flag under which we swear an oath of allegiance


But bonds do not only come from such resources




All it takes is the will of the few and the desire to make it happen


And a bond made by time becomes a bond made for life




A chain that pulls you near when you feel adrift


A safe passage when there are too many dangerous paths to choose from


A place where you can forget everything that you pretend to be and just be




The home where you feel more at home


Where your true family lives


That will not let you go

Stories from the Blog

Hello to you all



It has been a while since I last wrote on the blog



I know that you have missed my words, and my words missed as well their spot in these pages



But it has been for a good reason





In the beginning of October I started working on a new project, one that I have concluded and set out into the world for all to see



A blog metamorphosed into a book

More than a mere repetition of the contents that you already have read here, it grew into much more





Unlike the posts of this blog, where the subjects are given in a neutral form, there you will find me into them, guiding you through all that is shown



I present you with my story as to how it all began



Besides this, the posts have been selected, corrected and ordered so that you can read everything in a much more coherent and appealing form, many of which have long retired from this blog to make way for the new ones



And new content was added to bridge all that is presented





The book has been released both on Lulu.com as well as Google Play if you care to search out for it





If my words have been able to reach you up to now, then I invite to take a look



And open yourself to a new path

Message in a bottle

There are words hidden in all of us



Waiting for the right moment to be taken out



Exposed to the open air



Read out loud for all to hear



Without shame



Without prejudice



Some may feel awkward to speak



But even more awkward to keep them bottled up



Thrown to the ocean just to be lost



Thinking that there is no one that cares to hear them coming out of your mouth





But there is at least one that roams the shoreline searching for those bottles



Opening what was closed



Reading what was written



Looking at the horizon searching out for the one who sent the words



Checking for the reason of those words



Trying to give meaning and form for those words



If not for the one who wrote them



Then at least for someone else in the same stage



Who is about to throw away similar words into the ocean



Only to turn your back to them





I am here to listen



If you can find the strength to tell them



To feel my body against yours



To feel bound by both words and actions



Your words to my words



Your actions to my actions





I do not throw my words away



I give them to you



So that you can find purpose in them



So that you can find a purpose for you