November 8, 2012

One of the best music clips of all time




Massive Attack - Unfinished Sympathy

Since I saw this video clip many years ago I'm in love with it. Finally I've found it on Youtube after some months of reserch, because I had forgotten the name of the group and the tittle of the song.

Enjoy it! It is a masterpiece, I think.

Juan Bielsa

December 10, 2011

Every thought is a seed

Every thought is a seed. If you plant crab apples, don’t count on harvesting Golden Delicious.

Bill Meyer

Madonna's Classic Video - "Don't Tell Me"

Don't Tell Me - Madonna

March 19, 2011

Thank you

Many months without a post on this blog... I'm sorry. I've had some visual problems. These problems (retina detachment) started one year ago. In a few days I will have surgery for the third time.

I hope all will be well in a few months. It would be my joy to paint again and to share my art with you. That will be so if that is the will of God. Thank you to all of you who read this blog.

Juan Bielsa

January 7, 2010

Poem in English

A glance of paradise

A glance of paradise
Original painting by Juan Bielsa - Sold

Infinite moment

In realms of lofts
live cats outside of time
and soldiers of fantasy,
and songs of birds
and music of another worlds
_coloured planets_, lights
and little stars in universes
always dreaming.
In lofts in heaven
live old dolls; the sun caresses
in endless evenings
little eyes, littles faces
in the silence.
There live
forgotten books;
the wind _old hands_ flicks through
its yellow pages,
randomly, like playing.
There live
another souls,
maybe some poet, travelling
its mind in timeless ways,
watching maps
of countries that don't exist
and never existed;
watchtowers of calmness,
the heart in stillness,
infinite moment.

Juan Bielsa

December 10, 2009

Poetry and prayer

Our interests in life, as we get older, become more specific and clear.

In my life, for example, I've arrived at this conclusion: what is better for me is prayer. I'm sure many people think this way as well. But surely for each person prayer adopt different forms.

I like a solitary prayer. I'm alone in this world. You and Jesus, you and Buddha, you and the silence, you and Love.

I see external things more and more like a dream, they've lost consistence over the years. I see them only as a way toward another world, a more spiritual world. And prayer is to me the way that lead to that real world.

But both Buddha and Jesus recognized the obstacle of suffering. Suffering is very real, although most of the things of this world are like a dream.

Prayer is my way. But I consider myself a poet, so i still play with the beauty of this world, a sensuous beauty leading always to a more spiritual, compassive Land.

Juan Bielsa