FALLEN ASLEEP

A few days spent well, and it took!
Clean air, tranquility and rest certainly helped to restore the nervous system.
Starting to savor the tub again, albeit of salt water, is served, as well as the
friendships intertwined and now dissolved.
But, after a day spent in a playful, albeit tired, wandering, this was what I craved:
reviewing the well-known shoe cabinet, finding the usual locker in which to place the few personal effects, throwing the bag over it so as not to wet it.
And then again the gestures now automatically acquired, but which in a month seemed light years away, the stretching of the legs and shoulders, putting on the cap under the warm shower, checking the glasses and cleaning them, diving in and off.
Follow your shadow that like a wedge stands out among the blue tiles, and see the strip of the lane slide with the 3-meter line, float lightly between whitish waves, veer looking at the ceiling lights blurred by the water above.

Review old and new companions, feel your shoulders turn at their best even without training, feel all the muscles and all the joints
enjoy this relaxation.

Rediscover sensations and moods, feel the body slip and notice how fast the lane passes by your side, the scent of chlorine and even flavor, when you catch the wave left by your partner while breathing.

Look at the seconds counter, its colored hands that had become a memory, flow inexorably, count mentally and engage in the exercise.

Be satisfied with such a profitable return.

Fall asleep happily in your own bed, again ...

BEAUTY IS IN EVERYONE

Over the centuries the idea of ​​beauty has always been present in the mind of man, although the way in which it is understood has changed several times. In fact it is something universal, but different in various societies and in single individuals. It can be considered as an aesthetic factor, even if over the years from this point of view it has assumed a somewhat superficial meaning, since it has often been based and still is based today on the canons established by the society in which we live, ready to have prejudice as soon as there is something different from the established patterns.
But the beauty lies precisely in the diversity, in the particularity, in expressing one's tastes regardless of the opinion of others, in being imperfect. It is therefore not something that comes close to perfection, but something that has "charm", that strikes, that attracts.

In the past, beauty, understood as creativity, has always been a sort of sublimation of man's passions. The external one was expressed mainly through artistic productions, including paintings and sculptures, and was associated with other qualities. Think of the goddess Venus, goddess of beauty and fertility, represented with prosperous forms (beauty of the body as a symbol of prosperity, grace and elegance). In Greece, in the 5th century BC, beauty (expressed for example through statues) was synonymous with perfection, which included not only physical qualities such as strength, but also moral and ethical qualities, such as courage. 

Classical art therefore sought harmony in all senses, a harmony that was also sought in the beauty of nature and creation, also expressed over the centuries through poetry. Just think of Foscolo, according to whom the beauty of creation was reflected in the beauty of poetry. External beauty was also the subject of some artistic-literary currents, including Aesthetics, which developed in the 1900s with Decadentism, and which was based on the search for beauty as such, a futile beauty, which gives momentary pleasure but it really leaves you unsatisfied.

I think that beauty is not just an aesthetic factor, but everything that can make us excited. Not necessarily something grandiose and spectacular: it lies in small things and small gestures. A song, an unexpected gift, a child's smile, an unsolicited hug, the rainbow after a storm, the sun after the rain.

I believe that the most important form of beauty is the inner one: being a beautiful person, with healthy values ​​and principles. What conquers someone is their attachment to life. A beautiful person inside is an empathetic person, who knows how to listen to others, who manages to face the most difficult situations without ever losing his smile. A sincere, humble person who has the courage to accept defeats and who never gives up. Beauty is accepting yourself for what you are, feeling good about yourself, feeling unique, loving yourself, loving and being loved.
Beauty is appreciating and feeling lucky for what you have. It is being able to achieve your goals and make your dreams come true. It is freedom: being free to say and do what you think, without being influenced by anyone and without being afraid of being judged. And if you are afraid, the beauty lies in being able to defeat it. The beauty is found in the simplest, most genuine and deepest feelings, such as love and friendship. Sometimes it would be necessary to use a little of our time to rediscover relationships with others (in a world that tends more and more to materialism and that gives importance to the most trivial things) for a complete formation of our personality.

In a word, it can be said that beauty is knowledge. It is in fact a way to know reality, from all its points of view. In order not to lose the sense of beauty, it is necessary to investigate it, know it and understand it: this will allow us not to get used to it and make it last over time.

As Dostoevsky, a Russian writer, says, "Beauty will save the world".

STORY OF A SUNFLOWER

Imagine for a moment a sunflower, a yellow so beautiful that you would look at it for hours; imagine it in a greenhouse, with artificial light, non-passing air and strategically placed sprinklers. The sunflower still there, always remains true and clean and absorbs nothing but hot condensed air between the glass of the greenhouse; he lives in something unnatural, in order to be cut off when he grows perfectly, almost to seem fake. Everything that goes around it is artificial and makes it grow in an environment that is too protected and built up. But will he ever know what freedom is? The beauty of the sunlight beating on the petals and the passion that drives him to turn towards him following him everywhere; the pain of the hail that tries to bring it down. The flower, that of the field, grows stronger and more resistant; maybe not so beautiful because it was forged by time and bad weather, but what about the greenhouse? Oh no, he will be beautiful, he will be an enviable flower, fake but weak and that can easily be razed to the ground and not because someone decides to pick it. No one would pick a sunflower with a few missing petals and a slightly darkened stem. And our world is exactly like that, it's a world of fields and greenhouses and each one grows in one of two places. It is up to us to move and explore, we who can come out of the shell and take our freedom, breathe the air and really savor everything that knows true, of life because those flowers, all flowers will never have the opportunity to do so. , but think about it if they had a choice? I'm sure that if they could they would run away, far away, where they could grow as they were originally created. Free to color the world.

ACCEPTANCE

Mary Magdalene looked out the window and saw Jesus sitting under a tree in his garden. He was a wonderful man. She had known many men, she was a famous prostitute, even kings knocked on her door, she was one of the most desirable flowers of the era. But she had never seen such a man, why a person like Jesus carries around him an invisible aura which he confers on him a transcendent beauty; he was not of this world. Around him was a light, a grace … the way he walked, sat down … he looked like an emperor dressed as a beggar. At such a point he seemed to belong to another world that Magdalene asked the servants to come out to invite him into the house, but he refused. He said, “I’m fine here. The tree is wonderful and gives a great shadow ». Magdalene had to go out in person to invite Jesus, she couldn’t believe that someone refuses his invitation. He said, “Come into my house and be mine guest”. Jesus replied: «I have already come to your house, I have already become a guest. Now I don’t need anything else ». She couldn’t understand. He said, “No, come in and don’t tell me no. Nobody ever told me. Can’t you do something as small as become my guest, eat with me and stay in my company tonight? ‘ Jesus said, “I accepted. But remember: those who claim to accept you have never accepted you, and none of those who claim to love you have ever loved you. But I tell you: I love you, and only I can love you ». However, he did not enter the house; after resting, he left.




SHIBUI: THE “WHITE” JAPANESE BEAUTY

Wabi-sabi (侘 寂) constitutes a Japanese worldview, or aesthetic, founded on the acceptance of the transience and imperfection of things. ... Its aesthetic characteristics include: asymmetry, harshness, simplicity, modesty, intimacy and suggestion of natural processes.
To understand what beauty is for Japanese women, one must think of Ikebana, the ancient art of flowers. A ritual, like calligraphy, the study of literary compositions and poetry, which the Zen masters have transfigured into a religious experience of reflection and illumination, in a way to guide the mind towards the absolute.
Precise and meticulous rituals: beauty must be regal, intense and shining because we already know that it will vanish and that we will vanish with it and is linked to the total acceptance of destiny, beyond good and evil, according to the aesthetic vision of " wabisabi ”, founded precisely on the transience of things. Therefore, the obsession with punctual and exasperated care has its roots steeped in a millenary and powerful spiritual tradition, in the philosophy and religious influences of Buddhism and Shintoism. Obsession of a people full of contradictions and contrasts, which combines devotion to the past with a vision that anticipates the future. Where manual treatments coexist with hyper-technological and sophisticated tools that try to reproduce, at home, the salon protocols. By transforming aesthetics, and the radiance of the face, from theory to practice. Like in an Ikebana, like in a Buddhist prayer. Into something sacred.
The attention of Japanese women to the care and maintenance of a complexion that is as ethereal as possible, flawless and white as snow, is a known fact. This obsession becomes very obvious by visiting any cosmetic shop, perfumery or even pharmacy in Japan: facial masks, creams, treatments of all kinds to whiten or "illuminate", as the Japanese say, the complexion and achieve the much desired aesthetic canon of bihaku (literally "white beauty", equivalent to the maximum level of beauty that a woman's skin can reach).
The appreciation of white skin as an aesthetic canon has very deep roots in Japan and dates back to about 1300 years ago, during the period between the Asuka (538 - 710 AD) and Nara (710 - 794 AD) eras when, at the same time to the massive import from China of Buddhist religious practices and technical knowledge in various fields, customs related to the aesthetics and fashion of the time began to appear on the shores of the Japan archipelago. Among these, the white color of the leather as a sign of elegance and value. The application of a whitish powder called oshiroi (literally "white powder") obtained from the crushing of rice or shells of shells practiced up to that moment in Japan, was gradually replaced by the much more effective technique introduced by the continent which consisted in the whitening of the skin by smearing a lead-based substance on it.
Thanks also to the admiration with which the aristocracy in Japan looked at the refinement of the sophisticated Chinese civilization of the time, the practice of whitening the skin with a state of lead-based oshiroi soon became a widespread fashion among the nobles of the Japanese court. . Not only women, but also men of the nobility used to apply a base of oshiroi to the face. Being an extremely expensive and precious cosmetic, the concept of aesthetic beauty was accompanied by the symbol of one's status in society at the same time. And so, from the spasmodic desire for beauty and elegance pursued by the refined court aristocracy, the aesthetic cult for a pale white complexion, of an absolute whiteness and free of imperfections, was consolidated in Japan.
Over the centuries, the custom of painting the face and neck with a layer of milky white oshiroi has given way to the much more sustainable concept of a skin tending to white in a "natural" way. Even if Japanese women no longer paint their faces, the value and quality of a white skin remains implicit in historical memory, an aesthetic canon handed down to the present day and of which all the shopping centers in Japan are unequivocal proof, for their offer in terms of cosmetics that enhances the whiteness of the skin as the value to aspire to.
After the World War, however, there was a reversal of the trend. The same Shiseido, giant of the Japanese cosmetics industry, launched in 1966 the promotional campaign for a summer line of cosmetics focused on the concept of the enjoyment of summer, whose slogan read "Let us love the Sun", and depicted (Japanese) models from golden skin in the rays of the sun. In those years it was customary for girls who could not get a natural tan on the beach to use foundation with warm bronze colors. But it was a fashion incompatible with tradition, and destined to soon evaporate from the collective imagination.

The development of scientific research, and with it the evidence that exposure to sunlight causes unpleasant consequences such as spots and wrinkles, as well as dangerous skin diseases, has favored a return to the ancient preference of Japanese women for a white and flawless complexion like a blanket of fresh snow. The candid beauty of white which, as the saying goes, has the intrinsic strength to condone other imperfections. It is the concept of bihaku, that is the aesthetic canon par excellence that has established the boundary between elegance and vulgarity in Japan for centuries.

BORN IN THE STONE

So ready to disappear
I was
so featherweight
and apologize to the skin
with every dust of air
for undue occupation,
so impressed by the transparency
I was
to make glass
tersissimo
to dazzling mornings
and smell of wave
between propped bodies.
So strictly useless
the soul
my
to keep it green next to it
in the long course of the so-called
dating
without any unhinging
of speech.
"Then? Then?"
Then
I slipped out
in hard peel
world skin,
I make a silence
on evil,
a cloak
of insolent beauty
terrestrial.
I cannot command
this flow
it is a great work
of clear yield
with a majestic current,
I am a word to the light
I was born.

BEAUTY IS THE BEAST

On social media, speaking above all of influencers and models who often publish their photos showing themselves beautiful, thin / me with a face practically without imperfections, it has now gone to establish an exaggerated and in my opinion also dangerous exposure h24 to fees too tall and often not authentic. It must be said that for the publication of these photos "filters" are often used to remove the imperfections of the body and thus make the person in the photo more beautiful. A smooth face for example is often caused by these "effects" that are applied to photos.
Why do I say that these canons of beauty can have dangerous implications? Because in a world where beauty is understood above all with thinness, smooth faces, etc., many boys and girls (teenagers in particular) take all this as a "standard" by not appreciating their body and ending up in the midst of psychological discomfort too. deeper. In fact, we know that the adolescent period is not always rosy and in itself the discomfort for one's body often comes out. So be careful not to increase it.

"Look at this model what a nice slim / dry body she has, mine is more plump and sucks", "look at this influencer what a perfect face she has while mine is affected by acne and it sucks" are simple examples of that that guys can think even just looking in the mirror.

The message that must pass on the web (and fortunately there are some famous people who do this) is that everyone has their own body that must be cared for and loved. The message that to be beautiful you must necessarily have a "standard" body must not at all pass.

Let's take advantage of these blessed social networks because they can also transmit positive teachings, even more so in this area as now everyone (or at most almost everyone) has already used them from a very young age.

SLEEPING DUTY

Sleeping is one of those things that has always fascinated me. Why we sleep, I mean. We all have basic needs as living beings: we must drink, eat, carry out our organic functions and then we must sleep. Otherwise we don’t work, otherwise we go haywire, in short, we die not to sleep (we have to mention, what do I know, like Nightmare?), It is one of those basic needs. On average, we should sleep about 8 hours a day, which is equivalent to 1/3 of the day, which then means, in a nutshell, about 1/3 of our life. It is a lot of time to think about it, many say it is “wasted” time … maybe instead we have to stay awake and work for 2/3 of our life to get 1/3 of that absolute freedom. When we sleep we enter a world that is made different. We lose contact with reality, dream and re-process the information collected inside and outside of us in a completely personal way. And this step is necessary and fundamental in order not to freak out. Yet we take it for granted. We are what we are when we are awake, that is our identity, what we believe we are is represented by our conscious image and when we are awake and alert we worry about buying a comfortable mattress, arranging the bedroom furniture according to the Feng Shui, to change the sheets, to sleep well, in short. Because sleeping well is more important than eating well, for example. But we take it for granted. I emphasize this, because it is something that few people talk about. At work in the morning typically “what did you do last night?” “Well, I was tired, I had dinner, I saw a movie and then I went to sleep” and then that’s it, life ended there when you closed your eyes and starts again in the morning when the alarm goes off. We recharge our batteries every night, but we don’t talk much about it.
Everything that the human being designs has this mechanism inside: we are always convinced that whatever we do must somehow recharge or rest. We consider it a primary need even for inanimate things. We cannot design or conceive of something that is in perpetual motion. Something that is always on, something that can work perfectly forever. Everything we design has our own basic needs inherent. Only when we have a very bad dream or are unable to sleep does the topic become public “you know, last night I had a terrible dream!” “Ah, don’t tell me, in the last period I haven’t slept so much I was stressed from work, I woke up every 5 minutes!”, Only then do dreams and dream imaginary interfere with our everyday life otherwise nothing, we take it for granted. Sometimes I like to think I have a parallel life. At night, just as it happens in reverse during the day, I am unaware of what I did when I was awake, I wear different clothes and wake up on the other side, where I have another life. They interfere with each other only when there is something serious that does not work on one or the other side of that thin horizon. Otherwise they continue independently, like two parallel lines. Maybe in my dreams I do a different job, I live in another house, I have other animals, other friends, maybe I also have a husband and children, who knows … I am unaware of my daytime life just as I am unaware of mine during the day dream life. It’s not a very original thought, I know it from myself. But it still fascinates me terribly.

HEY GIRL

Hey girl, So come on you feel. Are you sad right? You are on the verge of crying every moment and sometimes you do it even, when no one sees you, locked in your room. You often don’t like yourself and don’t understand your behaviors. You are afraid, afraid of losing people, afraid of not being enough, afraid of the future, of loving, of appearing fragile, of being hurt, of trusting, of truly caring for a person. But the truth is you’re tired, right? Are you tired of saying that everything is okay, of crying when no one sees you, of smiling in front of everyone when inside you are collapsing, you are tired of losing people you cared about, tired of believing that you are always in love with the wrong person, tired of always listening the usual songs and always having the same memories, always having bad grades at school, tired of getting up in the morning and facing another day that you know will destroy you, tired of feeling disappointed, tired of waiting for something that won’t happen, tired of being disappointed, hurt, tired of never being the right one. Tired, just tired of life. So why are you smiling? Why do you go on with your head held high despite everything? Why do you still believe in a world where there is room for you? Why do you keep dreaming? To fall in love? To think that people are better? You are strong girl don’t forget it, in the end you will be happy too. Never stop smiling, okay?

TODAY I DON’T WANT

Today I don’t feel like it, even yesterday I didn’t feel like it, maybe I haven’t felt like it for several days, it bothers me to think about how much time is passing by now. I don’t feel like it and I go back to bed, I put on the music, today Italian because I need words, I need to listen to something that tells me a story, L’Officina della Camomilla sounds like a fairy tale, like a Walt Disney cartoon but revisited from Tim Burton: They listen to horrible music and turn poets upside down, they skip dinner and most of all they don’t want to see anyone. I also don’t feel like it. I start writing here, I still don’t know what in particular, I write thoughts, as if there was someone to tell them to, perhaps because I wish there was someone, perhaps I like to believe that someone is listening. The “on air” sign has lit up and I can start with words. And I think of all the things I could do, “I could” because I don’t “have” to do anything anymore, no commitment to respect, I miss work, I miss monotony, I miss habits, I seem to have become useless, but for who? For society? Maybe yes. Maybe I miss giving my very small contribution within a company, the collaboration, the dates, the deadlines. Now I would have to iron my clothes, put some items on sale (vintage online seems to be in fashion), vacuum the clothes, go to the supermarket, finish the book on the nightstand. How did it happen? How did it happen that the commitments I didn’t have time for turned into all that remains? What am I? Yet I don’t feel like it, I keep putting off these little things like when I didn’t have time to do them. How slow the hours go by, how long the days are, and how empty … Who knows how many we are. The truth is that I feel turned off, reset, I would like to do things that before I did not give the importance that I now understand they had, I want to go to the cinema, I want to visit a gallery, I want to see other landscapes, all the beauty that surrounds me begins to lose its value, everything looks like something small compared to the world outside, I miss the sea, I miss the scents, the flavors, I am no longer hungry, I have lost my enthusiasm and I do not know where to look for it. And I’m afraid, this version of myself scares me, there is a cesspool, deep, too deep, I dropped a pebble in it and I still haven’t heard it coming, from the bottom there is not even the echo, and I I feel very lonely. What a difficult life. they say (and I tell myself) that you have to reinvent yourself, but I feel so simple and obvious that I just don’t know where to start again. It’s a loop of first steps and relapses. Where does it end when it starts to fade?

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