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Breathe...

4/20/2017

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Breathe..
stars are beating like little shining hearts in the dark sky..
soul is so heavy... cannot anything but lying down on the grass watching them...
sadness is kidnapping my soft thoughts...
​darkness is holding my wrists and ankles to the ground....
Breathe...
as a baby shouting to life once out of the belly house... frantically...
livid skin.. reddish... messy hair....
Breathe...
as a tree in the countryside... giving air... taking air... as a walking wood..
coming to my castle.. and making it fall.. in the heavy noise of rocks falling...
in the silent noise of tears dropping...
Breathe...
and listen to the sound of your breath in your ears, in your forehead, in your nose...
a bird is singing...
it's morning...
earth is breathing... your heart is still breathing...
Breathe...
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The swing..

4/9/2017

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I see the sky .. I see the earth ... I see the sky ... I see the earth .. And the more I push myself, the more I see shades of colors increasing .. From heaven to earth, from earth to heaven .. A fantastic rainbow ... And I see you nearby ... We are in sync, and flying together, fast, and we see the sky and the earth .. The earth and the sky .. And this beautiful passage of shades ...
Then sometimes heart becomes heavy .. And I slow down .. And I can't see the shades ... But just solid blocks of color ...
Then you drop down from your swing .. And start pushing me stronger .. And I can fly again and see all the wonderful shades ... .. Now I know, when I will see you slowing down .. I will come and push your swing :-)
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The little Mole and the Flower

3/25/2017

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Some time ago, a small mole was got by the desire to learn more about the outside world, but it was too bright for its eyes only accustomed to dark environments. It was about to give up that big dream, when, surprisingly, a flower, so beautiful, bent just above the entrance of its burrow. In less than a second it could have grasped with strong paws and pull it down, for examining, smelling, knowing it better ... The mole thought for a while '... smiled, caressed the flower and greeted it, thanking for coming. The mole realized picking the flower would have killed it.
The flower was so impressed by that sign of love, the mole gave up its dream in respect for life, so, during the night, it asked the moon to make a spell, and the moon listened ... and gave it the power to show all the beauties on the earth, catching them by its petals and rendering them by its roots, so that even the mole, under the ground, could see them ...
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The poetry of night and rain... the power of dreams...

3/8/2017

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It's raining in the night...
and sidewalks and streets are reflecting like mirrors now
..
mirrors flickering by raindrops and people walking through..
streetlamps are projectors for new movies...
there's a world upside down, of people doing what's in their dreams,
they walk feet to feet, every step matches the next one perfectly...
but the two heads are so distant, just because the upper one is busy minding the steps, thinking of future, worrying of career, house.. while the lower head is floating in love, imagination.. and mostly.. if it looks down it can see the sky.. while the upper one, looking down, just can see the floor... the wet shoes...
shoes that won't be good anymore tomorrow...
while the other one's feet are walking in the sky..
It's morning.. it stopped raining.. I have to go work. Looking out the window.. nothing is reflecting now, me neither. I have to rush, I'm late.. wearing my shoes...
NO.. wait... lying down a bit more..pointing my feet to the ceiling.
​No.. I'm not doing yoga... I'm just walking in the sky...
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