I have had several blogs in my life.
For hobbies, for diaries, for vanity, for solitude, for wasted time.
Some have had a good following, others have been completely snubbed.
Everyone died anyway the moment parts of me completed their cycle.
From there I understood one thing.
Pass what you are.
Whether you put your voice on it or even just a keyboard.
There is a spirit in things that communicates beyond words; which cannot help but be perceived when the content is consistent with the container, and vice versa.
Otherwise you can become whoever you want. You can study the techniques and adopt emulations, but you remain a lot without emotion and without life.
It is no coincidence that the least lasting blogs have always been those in which I did not write instinctively. I was not following my nature.
And that goes for everything.
Career, relationships, friendship.
Sooner or later the body lets you know if you're doing everything wrong, and if you're careful you know how to tell when to get back into place.
It has been since the dawn of time that the Sages have repeated one and only teaching in different words or doctrines: know yourself, give birth to yourself.
You don't fight. Unprocessed. You don't pretend.
But, know who you are.
Because if you're looking for joy, if you want to deal with freedom, to do what you do authentically, that's where you have to be.
In total honesty with yourself.
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.
The chills have disappeared,
no reason that should make you a world of passion.
It has no role
the face of the people who have flayed their abyss.
I promised you.
The freedom of the shadow is the sinuous wave that sinks into your chest.
Sitting on the park bench of lonely questions,
take off your woolen gloves,
and shake my hand.
I promised you.
I reflect on the desire,
of your secret vain life;
the fear was beautiful and even the dark, but now I close my kiss in vain,
on the lapel of your black cloak.
I promised you.
I will be changed like this night, reduced to a white dawn,
for those who linger on the quay waiting for the green of the lighthouse,
that gives the green light to every marine jewel.
I promised you.
A reflection of the sea remained on my eyes, before the last boat disappeared, and we greet it with a Goodnight of tears in wine.
Panic attacks are awful. They come to you like this, without a reason. So at any moment you are in another dimension; you don’t know where you are; stay still you panic. You tremble. You breathe little and you feel bad, you feel death, heart attack…. you feel bad and you have to go through everything alone. But then the breath comes back, you could survive again. I’m not sure where I find all this strength. Destiny has always had a great sense of humor, she enjoys doing strange things and making people suffer, she plays with them as if they were puppets, and we can’t help but stand still and watch. I dreamed of pink sunrises over the sea. I saw them all but fate took them away. The black sea remained, deep, and I could not go down there to get wet and drown. Even when we were born we actually died, we went to a completely different dimension, and we suffered, it wasn’t easy, our life at that moment ended and we were transported to another dimension. If you think about it when we are in the belly it is not defined earthly life, it is life inside the placenta, therefore the ‘placental’ life ceases. Who tells us that after earthly life there is no life in another temporal dimension? I can be here but enter another timeline when I’m sick. Destiny has taken my pink dawns but the blue sea covers my body, it flies blue and I am happy in the sea.
I experience fabulous adventures in distant realms, breathe the acrid, ancient smell of books in majestic castles from distant eras, walk a path made of clouds and fly aboard a mighty dragon with a brilliant black cloak and two eyes of fire. they bow as I pass, I am a royal figure shrouded in a halo of mystery, there is no place in the world that I cannot reach On my head I wear a too heavy golden crown embellished with the rarest gems, I sit on a lined throne of the finest red silk, I have immense armies of the strongest and most terrible warriors, infinite riches and whatever I want. All culture resides in my hands, I get lost in concepts of philosophy and I wander among pages of history. Then I open my eyes again. and I die.If I lived in a Disney movie or in those storybooks I wouldn’t be on the side of the princess or the prince. I’d be with the evil queen. Because, let’s face it, without the villain the story does not exist, the protagonist is only someone who suffers evil, not the one who creates them. From an early age they always filled our heads with these stories of kind girls or boys who didn’t want to grow up anymore because being small was fantastic. They never answered the question “Why is the bad guy being bad?”. This was the question that haunted my entire childhood, and even now I try to find an answer. I don’t care how Cinderella eventually married the prince or how Snow White went to live in a castle away from the evil queen. What then have you noticed that the bad guys are always the ones left alone? I wonder why.There was this thing, between her and life, an unsolved question. He kept her away from the things she loved most, as if she wanted to test her sincerity, her strength. But everyone told her she was a strong girl. No one could ever claim otherwise. He had faced trials that would drive anyone out of their minds. She hadn’t freaked out. She was a little dead inside, but it didn’t matter, because she was strong. So she didn’t need anyone, according to the others, and she almost believed it. Almost, because every now and then she let out a tear for someone, a “I need you”, but on time life put her back in line: she didn’t have to be alive, she had to be strong.You don’t have to please anyone. Whatever you do will be deemed right or wrong by someone. Anything you say can be appreciated or considered pathetic. Whatever you do, it can be considered madness or the most suitable thing. You don’t need to show if anyone is thinking of you, if you are alone or if you are having fun. You don’t need to make someone think about something. Be is enough. For someone you will be the sea, for someone else the storm, for someone else still nothing. But you never stop! It is the biggest mistake you could make. That’s the secret, my little one: doing what makes you feel good, not others. If you have to turn something off, do it, leave it all on for yourself!
Is it the blood that makes us the same? Does the blood relate to us? Do mother cells bind us or separate us? The ways out of a parasitic heart. The windows of the soul become opaque and without curtains. What does our existence prove if the value is given by fake smiles? The dark side of our biology. The pain of collapse. The taste of the night. The noise of an affection built from the unknown past. It was dawn when my heart stopped beating. nd a defibrillator did not and did not serve life. I was sorry to leave this planet. But I had become different. I had become a lonely man. Plants and birds kept me company. But I no longer had my mother Earth. no longer saw a grain of sand in my shoes. I was not honest with anyone. They asked me how I was and I always nodded. We who are love. We who are hate . We who are all things together , The worst and the best. We who are on the razor’s edge that does not cut. Which remains suspended above the sun. We who are good people. We are screwed by ourselves. We are not different and finite in infinite worlds. We are weird things stuck. We are the good and the bad. We are forgotten fibers. We ended up being divided. Seeds fall into the ground and do not grow. Seeds fall into rocks and grow. We are rocks that receive water and do not serode. We must always be alert to defend the world. nd spread our wings without anyone seeing them. We are Alpha and Omega without eyes. ( FAIRY QUEEN)
THE PRODIGY OF IDEAS 