Camila Carsolio
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Home in the Sky
Open doors and climbing steps, were nothing less than my day to day. Inside a magic castle that became a cave and also a chapel. Where I learned to skate on soapy floors, to hide on moldy clothes, to climb those leaning columns of a house stacked on an angle, to swing from trees and ropes, and build with two more foes. All that which led me here away from all those limbs who helped me walk and helped me think.
By Camila Carsolio3 years ago in Families
Connected to Home
This great blue marble of stone, ocean and souls. Our unique home. Where we connected to you, then we wouldn’t be lost. If I looked through the whole universe, you are probably the only place where I can live without having to worry about the air I breathe or the light I seek. Mother of all things. The protective womb that keeps us warm, moving and alive. If I dare hurt you I am killing all possibilities of future happiness. Because we are nothing without you and you can be everything without us. Thank you to a planet that has given us more than all.
By Camila Carsolio3 years ago in Poets
Ice and light
I woke up to the refreshing green light coming through the pine tree canopies. The awaited thought of being just a few miles away from the base of the mountain. A mountain that had been calling me since I first saw her in my dad’s magazines when I was 6. As my mind colored with these memories, I monotonously packed my sleeping bag, put on my pants, and headed out of the tent. I took some water and gulped in a piece of bread and jelly. My partner, immersed in his own thoughts, was moving at the same pace as me. To the point that we had packed everything, like we practiced a million times, in less than two minutes. As we looked back at the camping area, it felt like I was leaving something invisible. Unaware of it yet, I was leaving an open box containing my innocence.
By Camila Carsolio3 years ago in Fiction
Sliding Down from my Dreams
Life often becomes a chase, a chase that you created so you can’t escape. A chase that changes your view of the past. Of an adventure that chases you down. With curiosity pushing you into doing things that you never thought were bad.
By Camila Carsolio3 years ago in Fiction
The World is an Interpretation of Movement and Life is its Vessel
In my head, I created this perfect world where I could dance as a living, dance until my body was challenged and my creativity sparkled. Where I could be part of a company performing Balanchine’s works and other brilliant contemporary choreographies in theaters full of spectators. A perfect world where making people happy could be my sole priority and where I didn’t have to worry about paying for my basic needs.
By Camila Carsolio3 years ago in Earth
Choices Inspire Movements
If we could choose things based solemnly on one factor then, how easy would it be to choose! But the truth is that there are always many things involved in our decisions. We can reach a can of tomatoes or go for the fresh tomatoes, but it is not as simple as that. Because we have to think about the price of the can vs that of the tomatoes, of the time it takes to prepare the tomato sauce vs just opening the can. And it gets even more complicated as we see the tomato sauce in glass jars and in plastic jars, the many brand options, and the quality of the ingredients. For pure environmental reasons we would have to consider where the tomatoes came from, whether they were grown with pesticides, how much demand there is for the product, whether the water used was recycled, whether renewable energy was used to transport it, and many more factors which would be imposible to calculate unless we grew our own tomatoes. How easy would it be if we could just take our jars of sauce and fill them up in a supply machine made of local ingredients? But the truth is that we are far from this alternate reality. Yet, if we want to propell the future, we need to make more environmentaly concious choices when it comes to daily decisions.
By Camila Carsolio3 years ago in Earth