FREEDOM

But what is freedom? I say that it is the possibility of choosing what can make us feel good in our small way, a decision that can go against everyone and everything.
Freedom is something that we must know how to control to make it ours in all respects and to be able to live it in the right way so that it can guide us, taking us far away, to the place where it is captured in its purest essence.
With freedom we go to the rediscovery of deep emotions, great desires and strong experiences.
There is nothing more beautiful than feeling that responsibility on you in having to choose yourself, when you want and how you want, accompanied by that adrenaline energy that flows through your veins and pumps your heart strongly, feeding your soul with joy and admiration. towards the world. Nobody, I mean nobody, must stop us on our way.
A passion, a goal, a dream, a desire are ingredients for the recipe for our success, we must conquer them, with all our strength. So try it, drop everything, indulge in the magic of being free, fill yourself with hope and run towards the journey that awaits you.

LOVE ONESELF

This is the fearful little girl inside me who still has so many fears! It is her survival strategy and I will never stop thanking her for saving and protecting me when I was little and helpless. But now, being an adult and in a better place, these mechanisms are no longer needed; when I am in a difficult moment I reconnect to the Guides and to my heart, I feel a sense of peace, of security, I feel lulled by love, and I recover the confidence that everything will be fine, in line with my higher good, that I do not I know except in my heart and in my spirit. The path of awareness is a long journey, there is no goal to reach, or a specific destination, but a journey to be fully enjoyed. Even today I was watching the news and reflecting on the fact that in such a divided world so complicated at this moment we can be grateful to be born in a part of the world where there is peace and many many problems could be overcome if only each of us devote even just ten minutes a day to cultivate peace within himself to be able to bring it into the world. So much suffering and so much human misery could truly be eradicated from the world if all of us were able to give and receive love. Yet it seems that this is particularly difficult for the human race. It is often said that before one can learn to love other people, one must learn to love oneself.

MY SMALL LOVE

I told you you’re little tonight, you were like that in my head. But it was just that little one that I imagined you were walking on your brain. In short, yes, I mean small to stay inside and get to who knows where. Think of an internal exploration of my body. I who do not understand anything I’m here talking about it, so I might as well shoot bullshit if I continue. (That is, if I let you know how I imagined you wandering inside me, with no double meanings eh, that’s not my intention.) It is really strange this thing, you will be confused reading it as soon as I wake up almost as much as I am writing it and I still do not find a sense. Meanwhile, you have reached the rib cage and are trying to enter. What then is the word “cage” so strange, sure you want to enter there? And what if you can’t get out anymore? That is, I know that you have already opened this door, indeed you have opened it wide and you have closed your whole world outside. I helped you or maybe forced you because it’s a part of me that is being talked about and I never told you to evict. You’re hopping on the ribs, be careful we get hurt. You are so delicate and I want to protect you, from me and you and from others who get in your way and from the roads that separate us and from everything that goes against us. My fault I would say, totally. So then go ahead, hurt me that if you fall you are still safe inside me. I won’t let you hurt yourself, not you. My eyes close and you continue to walk without stopping, I can’t control your every step but I feel you walking in every part that composes me. I feel you in every inch of me. You walk and then you run and then you stop. You seem to go who knows where but you stay here, inside me. Continue the journey.

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.

VISIT ITALY: FIRENZE

Florence is the land of masters such as Leonardo da Vinci, Michelangelo, Donatello, Brunelleschi and Masaccio. A land full of culture and renaissance
The Dome by Brunelleschi
The Annunciation by Botticelli
DAVID by Michelangelo
Piazza della Signoria
The Last Supper by Leonardo da Vinci
Madonna by Raffaello
Walking in Florence
The cherubs of Raphael
Botticelli’s Venus
View of the cathedral of Florence
Interiors of the Palazzo Vecchio
Donatello’s David
The Old Bridge

I DIED ONCE

I wandered through a fantasy forest.
Blue branches, yellow barks, purple grasses, star gourds.
My one second dream.
Those who keep their hats even at night.
The thieves of gods.
Tears without taste.
Drinking.
I don’t protect myself with the sacred.
My mantle is made of mountains, bright rocks, forests that I don’t know.
Human journeys first were made by dogs.
Flora is like a colored texture around the inky black of my path.
I was a happy child and I was making bouquets of flowers.
Now I collect stones to consolidate my torn chest.
I died once where I haven’t walked yet.
I was taken without my permission.
Collected by an ogre they didn’t warn me about.
It wasn’t his garden, and I hadn’t crossed over.
Maybe my being a doll brought him closer.
Perhaps beauty sometimes brings death.

VISIT ITALY: VENICE

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