HIS COMPANY IN THE SNOW
Today I tell you this story ... walking in the snow and she was waiting near the gate ...
Sometimes, in the air, smell her perfume, I feel it pass me by.
Sometimes I see that one, look at the sky while waiting for a request. Who are you to walk so light, not to leave fingerprints on the white veil.
What do you do with your hands now ready to weave in your patch, the smile of new faces, happy hour. What's with your humble patience and your lively independence. Many times the silence expresses the best part of ourselves, and you, queen of peace, without uttering a single word, create havoc in the heart of many who are looking for you, call you and you yearn for.
know the secret of everything, you know that every man, woman, being, brings carry a different message, one
... I saw you the first time through a port, where the sea greeted your arrival, with crashing waves, but full of joy.
Among all travelers, including the sudden arrivals and departures frantic, in the midst of memorable farewells and promises, you were there, as beautiful as ever, ready to sail the sea of dreams and aspirations, together with the hope of many others.
Sometimes it amazes me to see her look, without malice, all those ships full of souls, the black emptiness above them and directs them to be winners or losers.
In these troubled waters by the winds, she looks like a horizon intangible, difficult to appreciate with the eyes, even when the bank is of call for many hearts.
Sometimes I see it, with a saucy air, will soar into the sky, like a goddess.
And I can assure you that in these moments, you have to let her be free from torture, which keep us in chains. Sometimes rapiamo with reason, pirate of emotion, the belt with our pride, hidden in fear of discovering his own limits, coat it with the selfish, arrogant obstinacy of self-control.
Yes, we must vacate that flight as well, and to open those crossings of joy and happiness to embrace silence and peace. In the words of a song, my, I see light in his eyes, in her eyes I am home, in her eyes I see a mother who loves her children. Continue
volarmi beside my dear sweet friend and Freedom. Anto
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