MY LIGHT IN THIS FLAMES

I light three candles every night.

One for the brain.
One for the heart.
One for the soul.

Each time they burn differently.

I turn them off before I go to sleep.

They are funny, their worn length is different.
They seem to chase each other or to expect, they are never the same.

I think it is for the small air currents, for the drafts that come in through the cracks of life.

I always turn them on, every night, no matter which of the three is slower, what matters is knowing that they are there, knowing that I can turn them on and then blow on them.

I light three candles every night.

One for thinking.
One for not doing it.
One to dream.

And I can blow on it before I go to sleep.

WE’LL GO FAR AWAY

Sea of ​​thoughts made of sad realities.
Let's dance until we no longer hear the thoughts but only the sound of our hearts beating in unison, let's leave the sad real world to others and enjoy ours, the two of us together. So that nobody disturbs us we run away, dancing an infinite dance, made of freedom and joy, we run away from that sea of ​​reality that cries us to come back, that dreams end and that they are not real, but I do not listen to it and continue to dance , with you. Our endless dance that cries for the freedom to never go away.

MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE

Well ... last week I launched the survey on water consumption in our homes.
Here are the results:
35.29% drink plain water from the tap
29.41% drink homemade sparkling water with the carbonator
23.53% drink plain water in plastic bottles
5.88% drink carbonated water from a plastic bottle
5.88% drink sparkling water in a glass bottle

Apart from those who drink tap water, those who make sparkling water at home and those who buy glass bottles, I would say that we should discourage the use of plastic bottles.

Here because…

Two thirds of the plastic bottles used for mineral water are not collected separately and end up in landfills or in an incinerator.
Furthermore, the annual consumption of 12 billion liters of bottled water involves, for the production of bottles alone, the use of 350 thousand tons of polyethylene terephthalate (PET), with a consumption of 665 thousand tons of oil and the emission of greenhouse gases. of approximately 910 thousand tons of CO2 equivalent. Finally, the phase of transporting mineral water has a significant effect on the quality of the air: only 18% of the total bottles on the market travel on trains, all the rest is handled on the road.

Next time we go shopping, let's think for a moment…. we think about the environment and leaving our children a cleaner environment.

FREEDOM FOR IRANIAN WOMEN

The Iranian girl who sings the song “Bella Ciao” in Persian language to sympathize with the murder of Mahsa Amini. He wants freedom.

This is the 22-year-old Iranian woman, Mahsa Amini, who was arrested by the religious police of the capital for wearing "an improper hijab" died after two days in a coma. Confirmation of death was given by the Iranian news agency "Fars".

The girl had traveled earlier this week from the province of Iranian Kurdistan to the capital Tehran to visit relatives when she was arrested by some Iranian "moral" police officers known as "Gasht and Ershad", for "improper hijab" it completely covered her hair. During the detention, the young woman allegedly fell ill and fell into a coma, according to the version of the Iranian police. However, there is a suspicion that Amini was beaten by police officers. The leaders of the Tehran police justified themselves by stating that Mahsa Amini would suddenly suffer from a heart problem, as if a 22-year-old woman had a heart attack that naturally causes her to go into a coma and then signs of physical violence on her body. justified by stating that Mahsa Amini would suddenly suffer from a heart problem, as if a 22-year-old woman had a heart attack that naturally causes her to go into a coma and then signs of physical violence on her body.
These are the most important demonstrations since the 1979 revolution, far more relevant than those of 2009 and 2019, because this time they depart from the province to extend throughout Iran.
In Iran there is Islamic law that obliges women to wear hijabs and to monitor the application of this law is the so-called "moral police".
Only on 19 September, the same day on which the general strike was proclaimed in many cities, was the TAC made to Masha Amini on arrival at the hospital published. In this we note the cerebral hemorrhage and the deep fracture on the right side of the skull, both signs of the beating suffered. The general mobilization explodes: women and men take to the streets against the Iranian regime and the symbols of this domination and the garment that led Masha Amini to death are thrown into the flames. Iranian women dance and fight in the streets, burn hijabs and cut their hair in one of the largest mobilizations ever seen in Iran.
What is happening in Iran is a spontaneous mobilization against a violent and liberal regime. A proof of this temperament is precisely in the violent repression of protests. As has often happened in recent years, protests against violent regimes have been censored and made difficult by blocking the internet. The organization via social networks is failing, but above all international interest risks falling on the women's liberation movement which is international and goes beyond the borders of Iran.
To date, there are dozens of victims (over 40) and hundreds of injured, as well as many arrests. The restriction of telecommunications has made it difficult for the West to keep an eye on the country at all times and even the UN is unable to provide accurate data. Regardless of the data and what will happen, the protests in Iran are a sign of rupture, a possible point of no return against the shadowy collaboration between religion and politics, between the population and the ruling class, in the silence of the arrests and death of activists and activists. In the squares and in the streets, dissent has been fought, as never before has the collaboration between demonstrators, men and women, managed to stand up to police brutality.

JUST A WALK IN THE WOOD

THE SUN IN A CRUMB

What comes in every morning,
the golden sun,
or the silver rain,
it stays inside the air and inside my soul.
What I see is beauty, in the mountains, in the hills, the beauty of these rays of sunshine.
And am I such a small thing, am I like a sparrow, with a crumb in my knuckle, who would like the whole banquet?
Am I inside this gold of wonderful light and this beautiful warm air, and I see beautiful things and everything looks good, and it really is in reality?
My heart opens with the sun, my body absorbs this heat and life flows through my veins.
Who gives me this life?
I am a small crumb that falls on the sill and yet I am still here and the sun illuminates me and keeps me company.

STARLIGHT

"You are strong."
"You'll be fine"
"I've never met a girl like you, you are indestructible"
How many times have I heard these phrases repeated, how many times have I heard them say during a moment of weakness, as if they wanted to reproach me for the fact that for a moment I would allow myself a second of weakness.
Because to be a strong woman, as everyone says, I had to go through bad experiences, because to be indestructible I had to face the worst demons, that my peers would be afraid of just thinking about it.
They are those phrases that continue to make you feel alone, and remind you "and, they are next to you because they admire your courage, but when you allow yourself weakness I don't want to have you anymore. Because as long as you absorb the problems others are fine, when others have to pick you up from the ground, you can very well die. "
But my dears, I tell you what, I'm a fucking bitch, who got up even when she didn't even know if it was really worth living anymore. And I assure you, touching the bottom, looking in the mirror and not recognizing oneself, getting up and reattaching all the pieces by herself, she can't at all.
But I assure you, even those you envy so much, the "strong" ones have moments in which they allow themselves to bring out those emotions that hurt so much. But being strong also means allowing yourself to experience every emotion, giving yourself a respite and saying "Yes !! It hurts, it hurts, but tomorrow it will be less painful."

BE A VOLUNTEER

A report presented in the International Journal of Person Centered Medicine shows that people who do something for others lead happier and healthier lives than others. "People are happier and healthier, and may even live a little longer, when they are contributing (...)" to their community or organization they believe in, says study author Stephen G. Post , PhD. A majority of the study participants stated that their volunteer activities enrich their sense of having a purpose in life. The survey also showed that those who volunteer are less likely to feel hopeless or lonely than those who don't.
Why waste your free time in shopping malls or in front of the TV? Volunteering is much better: you participate in interesting activities, circulate ideas, have new experiences, leave the house! Just like doing sports, volunteering helps you to get in touch with others, to communicate and to understand others. The main advantage is to be able to overcome shyness, thus learning to socialize immediately, not to be afraid to speak up, to have your say and start a speech in the presence of many people without feeling uncomfortable. Helping others also helps you to reflect on your life, on what you have, on where you are, on your fortunes, on the people around you. So at the end of the day, after dedicating your time to others, take 10 minutes to write down your impressions, how you feel and what you have learned.
“Human beings are social by nature. Maybe that's why our minds and bodies get "rewarded" when we give to others, ”explained lead researcher Eric S. Kim of Harvard T.H.'s Department of Social and Behavioral Sciences. Chan School of Public Health. “Our findings show that volunteering not only strengthens a sense of community, it enriches lives by strengthening bonds with others, helping us feel a sense of well-being and protecting us from loneliness, depression, and despair. Regular altruistic activity reduces the risk of death ”.
“Human beings are social by nature. Maybe that's why our minds and bodies get "rewarded" when we give to others, ”explained lead researcher Eric S. Kim of Harvard T.H.'s Department of Social and Behavioral Sciences. Chan School of Public Health. “Our findings show that volunteering not only strengthens a sense of community, it enriches lives by strengthening bonds with others, helping us feel a sense of well-being and protecting us from loneliness, depression, and despair. Regular altruistic activity reduces the risk of death ”.

STORY OF A LUNCH

It is seven in the evening and, on the fifth floor, Mrs. Kapoor is ready to devote herself to preparing dinner. Like every night. At that time, you will be able to see her busy in the kitchen. The first thing you'll notice through the open curtains is the flamboyant color of her Sari. Looking closely, you will notice the graceful decorative effect created by the folds, similar to the petals of a flower. In many years, I have never seen her dressed differently. It holds true to its traditions, despite having moved here to Venice for some time now. He does it with clothes and food. Every day, at seven in the evening, you will always find her there, struggling with the preparation of Roti. You will see her carefully knead all the ingredients, expertly dose the spices for the accompanying curry, divide the dough into many small balls of equal size, heat the usual old plate until it becomes hot, place each cooked disc in a cloth after having brushed it with oil and close the flaps with extreme delicacy. His are habitual gestures. Simple. Family members. Actions repeated almost mechanically every evening. Year after year. Mrs Kapoor, every evening, without knowing it, makes me feel at home.
Mrs. Kapoor is a certainty in a world full of uncertainties.

ARTIST

ARTIST HAVE NO NATIONALITY
ARTIST HAVE ONLY ART
ARTIST HAVE NO LIMIT
ARTIST HAVE ONLY ART
ARTIST HAVE NO PREDJUDICE
ARTIST HAVE ONLY ART
ARTIST HAVE NO FLAG
ARTIST HAVE ONLY HEART.

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