COLLECTING ROCKS

I live near the Dolomites Mountains, I don't know if you know them but they are very famous in the world. But as a child I had grown up near the sea and I didn't know what the rock was like. So the first time we went up and saw the rock it was a kind of magic for me. I felt a very strong energy coming from the rock and I fell in love with these places. And I must confess that when I don't go I feel that I am missing something. So sometimes I collect rocks around and put them in my room and around the house and I feel so much energy coming from these rocks. I like having rocks, woods, leaves and plants around my house. I like to feel the energetic force they emanate. I believe there is an influence within all of these things and they remind me of the land where I come from. Because I grew up in the south of Italy but my ancestors were Nordic, they came from the cold lands and the woods and the cold mountains so I miss all these things and I can't tolerate the heat.

ZOMBIE GIRL

I was reminded of some flashes of the main dream of tonight: I lived in the mountains in a kind of community very close to nature that therefore built buildings in the trees and protected the animals. One day a strange thing happens: many electric pylons appear (many in the proper sense one attached to the other). Nobody immediately understands what I am but me and a friend of mine from the past (in the dream I knew the name but now I don't remember it), during our patrol out of the woods we hear the scream of a little girl. Arrived in the place of the scream we see this little girl who was trying to hide between two rocks from what it seemed .... A zombie. We run to save her and we manage to drive away the zombie with fire.
We take the little girl and go back to the village, while we return my friend is injured and I clearly remember her on the ground and I scream in despair: I understand that shortly thereafter the situation would degenerate and I start with the others to arrange buildings among the trees. use as shelters.
The dream ends after, with difficulty, I managed to climb into a shelter (with the child and my friend) via a very long vertical rope ladder and inside the shelter I find the little girl who has become a zombie. Am I that little girl?

SENSATION

I’ve seen people leave my life without even apologizing for the inconvenience. Then I saw other people sitting quietly on a bench waiting for me to notice they were there for me. I met people who just met made me think “I could never share time with someone like this” and became the most important people in my life. There were those that I liked at first glance and they then showed me, along the way, that it was just superficiality and mistake. Those people I judged negatively only because they didn’t convince me, or because they didn’t think like me on many and many topics and then, they taught me that, despite the differences, people know how to be beautiful precisely because they are “different” . I met someone who made me say with conviction “I will never forget you again”, but after a couple of years I no longer wondered where they were and how they were, not out of malice, but because sometimes it just happens. And then I met those who traveled only a little way with me and in the end embarked on their path, different and distinct from mine and has remained with me even today. Because life is a way to go. You will meet many faces, some will simply remain so, others will be much more than this.
In a moment of time, my life took a break. She relaxed and focused on the world around her. It was all chaotic and peaceful at the same time, like calm water in the open sea and destructively marvelous crashing against the rocks. And that was how I felt that sentimental gash; I felt like a hot wind breaking on my skin, it was the steam that the old train was expelling from the fireplace, while its engine was revving and pawing, it made its way into the walls of my heart. A crust by now settled there was to protect it, a really hard crust, behind which there was hidden a roaring and pounding heart like that train. That crust, under that warm wind of steam, began to weaken, and the vibrations of the engine cracked it. The future refused to answer his questions, however, telling him that he had to focus on the present, do what he felt without looking away.
It’s all so fleeting, volatile Speed ​​is relative, pure mental perception Time, the only constant of everything. Therefore learning through attraction complexes is nothing more than a distraction of the space-time perception of the present around. If there is interest in an unknown girl, but present in the present, it is good to express it, against any reaction. Imperturbability is the ability to have firmness of mind. This, combined with the passage of time, puts up resistance to this, however, releasing awareness of actions and consequences. This is to say that if you find a girl you like, don’t mind talking to her. Don’t let time try to unite you, because time will do nothing like that for you, no one.

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.

WE ARE SEEDS

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)

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