AETERNUM

Slowly bring out this love that hurts you to breathe. Shake it a little so that it wakes up. Wash it carefully, so that not the slightest impurity remains. Clean and fragrant, fold it as many times as necessary for it to have the size of the nail of the big toe of the right foot. Wait for an ant to pass, be noble and generous, and pass the heavy load to her. It will take him to safety in some deep cave. Once this is done, go and fill your tobacco pipe in front of the eastern sea for the umpteenth time. Oblivion will come parallel to the end of the tobacco and the approach of the sea to you.
If you want to recover this love that you now forget, just write a long letter talking about unknown journeys, hydras, windmills, offices and other equally terrible monsters. When the mail returns you will find your love just as you sent it, perhaps with a bit of dust and a dream on the cover ...
Upon his death we rose up. At first there were five names that fell, one by one and together, in our memory. Then other names came to add their blood. Already we were crashing into the base of the mountain and the just-added blood of others brought us back up. In different times they zealously united all this blood with their own so that it would not get lost in the river. We kept walking without looking very far and some opened the lacquer casket to reopen our memory, and forced us to raise our sight with their blood. We always rose up on their death. And so everyone goes putting their share of blood for others to rise up, until we all stand up and put a new sun on a new earth.
Today there is a no that weakens the powerful and strengthens the weak: the no to war.
Someone will wonder if the word that summons so many around the world will be able to avoid war or, if it has already begun, to stop it.
However, the question is not whether we can change the murderous path of the powerful.
No.
The question we must ask ourselves is: will we be able to live with the shame of not having done everything possible to avoid and stop this war? No honest man and woman can remain silent and indifferent at this time.
Everyone and everyone, each with his own tone, with his own way, with his own language, with his own action, we must say no! And if the powerful wants to universalize fear with death and destruction, we must universalize the no! Because the no to this war is also a no to fear, a no to resignation, a no to oblivion, a no to renouncing human beings.
We want this no to cross borders, to scoff at customs, to overcome differences in language and culture, and to unite the honest and noble part of humanity, which, we must not forget, will always be the majority. Because there are denials that unite and bring dignity. Because there are denials that affirm men and women in the best part of themselves, that is, in their dignity. Long live the rebellion that says no! Die death! Against death we demand life, against silence we demand speech and respect, against forgetting memory, against humiliation and contempt, dignity, against oppression, rebellion, against slavery, freedom, against imposition democracy, justice against crime. The war we started has given us the privilege of reaching attentive and generous ears and hearts and geographies near and far, what was missing and what is missing was missing but we achieved the gaze of the other and of the other, his listening and his heart. So we saw ourselves in the need to answer a decisive question; What follows? Kill or die, as the only destiny. We had to rebuild the path of life which is what they had broken and continue to break from above. The journey not only of the original peoples but also of workers, students, teachers, young people, peasants and also of all the differences that are celebrated above and below are persecuted and punished. We have had to inscribe our blood in the path that others direct towards power or we have had to turn our hearts and gaze to who we are and to those who are who we are, that is, the original peoples guardians of the earth and of memory.
Many people seem to experience “taking sides” as the need to stab someone. Others choose the easier way or the one suggested, many would like to pacify the globe and choose according to levels of consciousness. What I have put my attention on are those who do not participate, let’s call them that, because in reality even a non-choice is a choice, so on this level they make no sense. Not taking sides is not always synonymous with wisdom or liberation. In addition to the fact that the story of “Live and go your own way” has now turned towards deformations of indifference and paroxysms of the alienated. Over time it has become the paradigm of the ego first of all, which today plays the role of the ego against all. That is, separation. Thinking “it’s not my business” in front of certain community moments means getting out of it, because there is a distortion of the concept of free will and personal freedom (I believe that the former does not even exist under a certain conscience, but they are completely personal considerations ). Both thoughts are not applicable today because neutrality realizes the plans of the underhanded as much as the war against the neighbor. I quote this quote that sheds light on the destructive side of paraculism.
Injustice has many names and there are many cries it provokes. And don’t forget that while some whisper others scream. Listening must find the way to make it fertile. Just look down and raise your heart. The justice we want: the persistent and stubborn search for truth.

PEEK A BOOP

We love each other very much, it’s the only thing that comes to my mind because it doesn’t matter, it’s kept and played with them, it’s made in every way to ride! It doesn’t explain anything, I like you, you make me fucking good! I have never been so good with someone, I want to know you better, I want to see who you really are, I want to be able to hug you when I want without anyone talking about us, I want to be able to talk to you about everything, scratch you, kiss you a thousand Important to me, I want to be able to say hello as it should be with a nice kiss and not a simple hello when it happens, you are a fantastic person you have a world inside and I want to discover every corner of you, you and I are not friends, two who if we are guarded as guardians we will not be able just be friends, we will do everything possible, we will talk to them and we will not be with them .. I love my husband so much, and I love him so much, he alone with me. something that I don’t think I can manage, I’m afraid of suffering, of still being hurt and now of being sick another time I don’t want to, but I know one thing, you do me good yes you do me really good, please we let’s build something, beat these walls of fear and pride and become what we are not now.
Anxiety is your mood that changes in a matter of minutes. Anxiety means uncontrollable tremors and spasms. Anxiety is tears, it is real and painful tears. Anxiety is nausea. Anxiety is paralyzing. Anxiety is dark. Anxiety is having to find one excuse after another for your behavior. Anxiety is fear. Anxiety is worry. Anxiety drains your body and your emotions. Anxiety is raw. Anxiety is real. Anxiety means arguing with your partner even though you are not angry. Anxiety is a jolt at every slightest annoyance. Anxiety is made up of flashbacks. Anxiety is an “What if …”. Anxiety is full of “What’s wrong?” and I do not know”.
I had to understand that right away. When someone has a heart like mine, they end up dying before death itself. When someone has a heart like mine, the heart loses it, loses it in unspoken words, loses beats in sighs, loses itself as the tears flow and no one stops them. When someone has a heart like mine and gives it to someone, they never find themselves again.
I looked at it as you look at something you already know we will miss. Too good to last, to be true, too good to become a habit. I looked at it as you look at the sea at the end of summer, when the days become even clearer and the sun shines in the sky. I just looked at you, and you smiled at me. Do not forget certain smiles, certain looks and certain words.
Maybe one of us had to make a decision and maybe it was right that whoever was stronger among us made it. My psychologist once told me: “You can’t love the cause of your own destruction and your own suffering, it’s crazy!” I lost with you, but I won with myself.

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