I believe that if we really open our hearts there would be love for everyone and not just for some people.
I believe that if we unite the love we have within us,
if we all believe together in a love that saves the world then we can really save it.
Evil creates many divisions among us but we must resist all ideologies,
all prejudices and try to follow only our heart and free ourselves from all conditioning,
have love for all and give freedom to all to be able to love.
I believe in the Good within each person,
I believe in the light energy within each of us so let us not let ourselves be overshadowed by political,
religious or other issues.
We must come together to save this planet,
it's the most important thing right now.
I SUPPORT PEACE
I SUPPORT PEACE
I SUPPORT PEACE
I SUPPORT PEACE
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.
I often hear people say that you cannot think about everyone's problems and that you cannot love indiscriminately, and that, nowadays, personalities like Gandhi or Jesus are just a utopia. I often hear it said: “One cannot love the whole world indiscriminately. You cannot love a stranger ”. Yet there is nothing more foolish: any friend, boyfriend / girlfriend, distant relative that we have never seen, before knowing him was none other than a stranger. So? The interaction between our soul and that of other people leads us to unite with each other and share the same emotions, sensations, pleasures, moments.
This is how a complete stranger becomes someone. Why, therefore, we should not do the same. with the rest of the world and send love unconditionally to everyone, preparing us for a possible meeting, even if it never happens? Why should I give my love only to the people I know, when I know that there are so many in the world who would need a thought of affection that I can send them? Love is the only feeling in the world that never runs out of a soul's "batteries". Indeed, if anything, it recharges them.
Love makes the world a better, brighter, stronger place. Love overcomes all barriers and boundaries, all obstacles of war, hatred, pain, anger. Love surpasses even death. It is the most powerful and liberating feeling, the greatest. And yet, although it is the feeling we give most to the people we know, it is also the one we give the least to everyone else.
Almost ashamed of us, almost as if we had to hide. But hide from whom? From what? We were born to be in the world and be happy, and love. Above all to love. Yet we get scared when we love so much: we think we are weak and that it is wrong. What a terrible mistake: love is the richest feeling in the world and we deprive ourselves of it with our hands, trapped in fruitless thoughts in our own mind. Love is not an animal that can be kept in a cage (like no animal, on the other hand). It should be given as a gift, not begged for.
It should be shouted and not fearfully whispered. It should be sighed with a smile and not a grimace of pain. We have the greatest gift that has been given to us in the world and every time we see it delivered in our hands we don't know what to do with it, we don't even know how to behave with those who give it to us. We should learn to thank every day for knowing how to love, because when a man does not know how to love "It is only a man who cannot see, it is a child who cannot play, it is a sunset that has no color".
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.
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.
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!
We need the peace and the song of crickets before sunset.
We need to rediscover time, to have time, to estimate time.
To "waste" time, to find the soul.
We need to use the mind to get out of the traps of those who want to shape minds and make them all the same, we need the salvation of fantasizing, we need churches made of woods and simple and sincere prayers made in silence.
And of fairy tales that take away fear, of caresses, of straight wrinkles like wine and of truth bitter like radicchio but that make blood and hands pure.
We need to have our feet in contact with the earth, to feel now immense now miserable, to understand that we no longer have the power of the elements and that no one bends nature with impunity.
And to tremble looking at the stars, knowing that we are a wonderful nothingness, that we are a fruit of wisdom, a chisel of knowledge, if only we had the courage to recognize it and the humility to be grateful.
When this crisis passes, it cannot be excluded that there are those who will not want to return to their previous life.
Awareness of the fragility and transience of life will spur men and women to set new priorities.
To better distinguish between what is important and what is futile.
To understand that time - and not money - is the most precious resource.
Who, if able, will leave a job that for years has suffocated and oppressed him.
Who decides to leave the family, to say goodbye to the spouse, or to the partner.
To give birth to a child, or not to want children. To come out.
There will be those who will begin to believe in God and those who will stop believing in him.
There will be those who, for the first time, will question the choices made, the sacrifices, the compromises.
On the loves that he did not dare to love.
About the life he didn't dare to live.
Men and women will wonder why they waste their lives on relationships that cause them bitterness.
There will also be those who will revise their political views, based on anxieties or values that will disintegrate during the epidemic.
There will be those who will doubt the reasons that lead a people to fight against an enemy for generations, to believe that war is inevitable.
It is possible that an experience as hard and profound as the one we are living leads someone to reject nationalistic positions, for example, everything that divides us, alienates us, leads us to hate, to barricade ourselves.
Sometimes love is deceiving. And she fell into that death trap: she fell in love with a man who, apparently, seemed madly lost in her, thus returning the feeling. But it was all a lie. The story goes that she noticed this as she sneaked up one night at a bar he used to go to, catching him flirting with another woman. Desperate for what happened, she killed her beloved and ran off towards the lake. The screams behind her became intense as did the words: "murderess" they all exclaimed and, while they accused her of murder, she threw herself into the lake and drowned. The bitterness in the mouth and the thirst for revenge led the spirit to watch over that lake for eternity. It is not known exactly what the consequence will be if you stumble into the depths of the abyss, but it is said that she is ready to take away any man in love with her. So beware, from the depths of the waters you could lose sincere and pure love by totally destroying yourself.
THE PRODIGY OF IDEAS 