FOLLOW ME

You understand that you have reached the limit when you start to change, you start to bring out everything that you have been holding back for years, you bring it out with all the anger in your body and then you feel the peace … the stillness, the world is silent, you feel free, that feeling of enormous weight that you have finally taken off. Only the power and warmth of your grasp could be able to calm the desperate scream that I hear rising from within. I hope You will understand this as soon as Your eyes rest on Mine.

MY FATHER AND A PEN

My father, from when he got up to when he went to bed, only opened his mouth to say nice things to someone, something and to the whole universe. If a pen dropped from his hands he was unable to get angry but it was said that it was necessary. I am giving this example because the majority of people today are not at this point. They are like immature and grumpy parrots, they keep repeating how the world is falling apart and do not understand that they are supporting it as well. All they do is talk, shout, feed and get angry. If you know chronically irrecoverable people and can’t get away from their shit, look for any solution to recharge yourself. It is no longer time to reach out to them with empathy and understanding. What hangs over everyone’s heads is a much heavier test than the shit that others drag around and continually throw up on others. Today we need the utmost clarity and inner consistency to face the game. Remain silent and reflect on your situation. Do something but no need to scream. Doing something for others is a silent and beautiful action. These angry people suck the lifeblood no matter if they are aware of it or not. Raising the defenses, not just immunity, is a sacrosanct right that belongs to you and which you must take note of. Anger is contagious and therefore we must detach ourselves from those people who have hatred for everyone and everything. (I am referring to the anger of the dull, not to a physiologically normal emotion)

A DIFFERENT ONE

I like those people who know how to be present. That you know they are there even if sometimes they disappear. That make space in your time but without being intrusive. That maybe you haven’t heard them for quite a while but then they look you in the eye and know what you are not saying. That maybe you haven’t hugged them for quite a while but then they hug you and then you understand why they do and the others don’t. That the “I have nothing” know how to recognize them. Where you can’t make it with a smile they remind you of who you are. I like those people who, when you don’t want anyone around them, become silence. And they stay there and wait for the darkness around you to end. That go away but do not disappear. I like those people who in the chaos of being there act calmly and kindly. Who know you as you know yourself and absurdly, perhaps, even more so. I like those people that life sometimes gives you because in the end you deserve them. And that came like this, when you least expect it. For all the slaps you’ve taken. For all the crap you swallowed. Who do not know they are gifts. Who don’t know they’re special. Who do not want to save anyone but they do. They don’t want to be miracles but they are.




ALL MY FRIENDS ARE HEATHENS

TAKE IT SLOW

WAIT FOR THEM TO ASK YOU WHO YOU KNOW

PLEASE DON’T MAKE ANY SUDDEN MOVES

YOU DON’T KNOW THE HALF OF BEING ABUSED

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