In that space where the dimension of human fragility lives - which constitutes us deep inside - also resides the highest spiritual possibility of human living: the ability to be able to treat and look at the fragility that inhabits me and the other.
Evading, or not being able to deal with, this aspect that is so fundamental in a relationship - that is, that of "fragility" - is the first passport for accessing the archipelagos of loneliness and failures... Always starting from oneself, from own fragility, weakness, from our lack of love.
May all sorrows turn to dust, turn you to ashes.
Let the fire burn them and turn into dust, all your pains.
May the fire burn them, may the fire burn them and new flowers will arrive!
Heal your pain, my daughter, with the heat of the sun and the cold of the moon.
Sweeten your mornings with the aroma of lavender, rosemary, eucalyptus
And let the calm come.
My advice for everyone going into next year is this: make an effort to give people the benefit of the doubt.
I cannot count the number of times – both online and off – I have seen people beyond furious with one another, learned the situation, and realized the entire thing stemmed from a misunderstanding that could’ve easily been dealt with if one person had decided not to assume the worst of the other.
It’s exhausting to exist as a member of a minority group sometimes. I know that. There are so many people who hate you simply for existing and whose words are intended to hurt you.
But they aren’t, I think, the majority.
Take the time to ask yourself– is it possible that this person meant something other than my initial impression of what they said? Is this person discriminating against me, or did they simply word it in a way that isn’t clicking? Is this disagreement stemming from an irreparable rift in moral values, or is this something we can agree to disagree on? Is this person being cruel, or am i expecting them to know something they’ve never had an opportunity to be taught?
You are not obligated to act as anyone’s teacher in life. maybe you don’t have the energy to take the risk of finding out whether someone is being cruel or not. you are entitled to your anger even if the other party meant no harm, but consider whether there’s a more productive way to channel your hurt.
What impact do you want to leave on the world? on other people? is there a way you can respond to a hurtful remark that takes care of your own wellbeing without harming someone who may not have meant to harm you?
I hope we can all work together to make this upcoming year a kinder one. i think we could all use a bit more of that.
Let an angel sit at the table with us.
An angel of those forgotten even by the Lord,
one of those poor, dirty and drunk,
an angel who has no one,
who does not expect gifts.
If there's room for one of them then perhaps there will be room for a divine child.
I feel like everything is empty. Nothing around. I gasp in the deep dark. Just one light. Just a thrill in the air, your eyes looking at my soul.
I have nothing, but I have You, therefore I have everything.
All around vibrates in the ether only one thing, you. Like constant beating of wings that your heart remembers.
A vibration. A thrill. Contact with silky skin. An emotion that revives.
Mild. Intense. Fiery. Passionate.
A kiss resting on smooth skin. Eyes that like windows open onto an enchanted world. A world that is your soul....
Wake up, open your eyes into each other. A hug of looks. A smile and the morning opens...
Here is a new day. Here I anxiously await, to still see myself in your eyes.
I need to hold you tight. Dip your face into your hair. Feel your perfume, inhale you inside me.
A heart drowning in murky waters of sadness. He gasps desperately for the air of your smile.
Narrow is the heart. Dark soul. Then here it is your smile and the morning lights up.
A light breeze carries your perfume so that my nostrils can fill with it. Breeze that is like your caress.
The face of the sky is now day, greet those who have a place already reserved in their hearts.
A place imprinted in the heart, dug into the soul.
All these things will be forgotten,
all these things will be drowned,
all these things will be just memories,
the world will no longer have this image,
and the sadness of knowing what will happen makes me drown,
it makes me water,
I dream of the sea,
I dream of it.
Sand under the sea,
but when the high seas will come
there will be no sand but only the end of this land as I see it now.
All things will become different and this scares me
and I don't know why all this will be allowed,
why does God want to extinguish man again?
I have no answers,
maybe he doesn't have them either,
he is thinking about it,
he is deciding whether to do it or not,
whether to give us a chance,
but he sees the hatred and the war,
and the violence,
and how can he say that we are still one thing good?
Fragments of me
they scatter on the way
leaves let go
from their stem
imbued with joy and pain
full of thoughts
short paragraphs
of a long history
called life.
Like quick flashbacks
fragments of the desired existence,
flashes of the soul
tear the gray veil
of our daily life,
to paint a dream
that shines wonderful
and still unites us.
They exude hope
the walls of this room,
white shines
to make the heart
less grim,
candida shines
like the soul that does not lie,
it feels like heaven
but it is only a reflection
of your smile.
Deep down I look at you
and so I find you again,
sweet as ever
with the beating heart
exploding with passion
to overcome the dark
and every obstacle
that stands in the way
to our love.
Infinite spaces await us
to free our imagination
and fly again
beyond all limits
to try again
the thrill of living
in the rumble of the heart.
Silence like music
fills the atmosphere,
in gazing
a rising sun
in the breath of nature,
sweet melody
made of thoughts
that like sweet notes
caress hearts.
I've been through storms
that shook the soul,
I have endured the pain of my demons
uncomfortable traveling companions,
overcoming all fear
to find myself again
and understand the value
of my life.
Last remnants of summer
the sea seems to calm down
the air freshen up,
almost an unexpected stasis
moments of tranquility
thoughts go up
on the mountain of duty
the heart remains in the arms
of pleasure.
And then for some reason
you find yourself once again embraced
realizing that you wanted just that
feel her skin on yours
get intoxicated by its perfume
as you open your eyes
to start a new adventure.
In the shadow of the clouds
of distant memories
new ones are born
sprouts of emotion
that someone calls
love flowers
in their perfume
life still blossoms.
Nothing can make me forget
I will carry every moment with me
I will live the time
as if there was no tomorrow
to stop him in that fatal moment
of the melody of your heartbeat.
Our time has come.
Our own end in this strange fairy tale.
The greatest story ever told.
Dissimilar masks recite for the accomplishment of the same great work.
Tragedy and comedy.
Essence and existence.
Understanding and misunderstanding.
Elements of an orchestra too large to be understood by mere mortals.
Our time has come.
Guilty, innocent.
Actors, listeners.
Saints, sinners.
All together on the same path of stars.
If the word love is
a filthy rag,
if I have no other language to say what
I love, if the soul is now a hindrance
and the sky a place like any other
if we sleep and sleep
if my song is crushed in the canton
if my song or yours, if my song
if all the words of the wise are too much
slow for this ride on the pieces, if even
the beasts in their dying beaten
they don't even reveal themselves
if there is a cough if there is one
cough that encrusts the sky
and then spits it out
if we have enemies inside our heads
and broken cars
if the hand is grumpy to the hand
surly breaks the wave and the branch
breaks the wing and beak
if we have out of tune psalms
if the rubble on tired faces
make the weight of the whole story
if then no one comes
no one gets up from the soaked tombs
to deliver us a bunch, a cup
an oath to the light
if if if
if there is a thirst that makes us sick
if there is a sip for those who are thirsty
if it really really moves the sun
if it moves the sun and the other stars
if his great power, his great
power of ancient Love,
if our heart is immense
if our heart
sometimes it is immense, if the
stars are born, if it is true that they are born
even now, if we are powders at the
disruption, loose chains,I bless every inch of Love every
minimal splinter of Love
every vein or whirlwind of Love
every table and bed of Love
Love I bless
that of each of us in the chain
it makes flesh that shines
Love that you are my destiny
teach me that everything will fail
if I don't bow to your blessing
People often confuse love with cages.
With the "no" shouted in the morning, and which often echo throughout the day.
With the disappointed face of someone who sees you reach your goals, but is not happy for you.
I often wonder what love is, I know it in many forms, but it sure isn't that.
Depriving a human being of his or her freedom can never get anywhere near the greatness of this feeling.
The heart in the throat, the eyes shining with happiness when you see the other person happy, the beats that increase when you touch your hands and observe yourself minutely, this looks a little more like us.
Spurring the other person to grow, to make difficult choices, to go out with other people, to know the world even without you, this is another level, this is pure love.
Jealousy is love within its limits, it is love as long as it remains a game, as long as it is limited to cute adolescent phrases that we carry with us a little because we don't want to grow up and a little because life has taught us that no one will stay with us forever. , and the terror of being alone grips us.
But our fears do not allow us to deprive those around us of their freedom, man is a social animal, Aristotle said it and I firmly repeat it in the twenty-first century.
Being terrified of greeting someone when you are in the company of our so-called "love" is not normal.
Just as there are not constant scenes that come even if another person looks at you, as if you are to blame or that he had to gouge out his eyes.
Love, love, love, much praised and much hated.
You realize this "love" has only hurt you when you look for yourself and you can't find it anymore.
And it's too late, because you fell into it.
After all, today you understand and tomorrow you will return from that love, because you are no longer into it, it is enough now it eats you alive.
Memories, one of the things that causes the most mixed emotions. Some people, those who have lost everything, can be kept alive by memories. But is theirs a real life? Or is it just fear of looking ahead, latching onto the past? Well, some feel it is better to delude oneself and continue living in the past. But what is the past in the present? A ghost. Something whose presence can be felt, but not seen. A thing that haunts at night. Something that is not well defined, the limits of which we cannot focus on. Something that is not easy to get rid of. Ghosts are scary.
My love is in the supermarket of the heart.
Take my love, you'll find it on the shelves in the sweets section.
On the shelf between the "Abbracci" and "Coccole" biscuits from Mulino Candido.
Just below the "Baci" della Perdindirindina.
It is not obvious but its value is justified by the high quality.
100% pure love, first choice.
Do not be distracted by discounted offers, 3x2 or convenience prices, with love there is no discount, Trust me.
You will be entitled to the loyalty card, it will be your love alone and that of no other person.
My love is not in a poke, you can find it in a transparent crystal vase to see the high quality. No misleading, retouched or misleading images about the content. You can find it in the healthy and natural things department.
Few and simple ingredients, no preservatives or antioxidants. My love follows time and transforms with it, like good wine. When you uncork me it will always be an intoxicating experience.
If you put my love in your cart you will not regret it, you will like it so much that you will lick your fingers.
Attention, the offer is limited to one person. Do not lose the opportunity.
Warm and fragrant in winter as well as fresh and intoxicating in summer, you can consume it as you like, alone or with the addition of passion fruit.
When you have opened my love, keep me in a sheltered place, close to you. I have no deadline, I can last a lifetime if you want.
I do not leave crumbs and not dirty, my love is clean do not have delay and consume it quietly on the sofa as well as in bed.
You cannot find it online, but you have to take it directly with your own hands, only in this way you will be sure to always have it with you.
Do not waste time, the promotion is about to expire you may not find it anymore. Hurry up!
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