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
Thursday, January 26, 2006
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today with my hand dips of words these feelings, I try to draw the voice of what I hear, I see all the soft colors and enter the ancient amphora of my heart as a souvenir.
reveals the secret of silence that I carry inside.
Like if I wanted to see beyond this and hope to do with me tomorrow ...
I read today and the next day I do not know what will browse, but I will do tomorrow and not in this day ...
How strange is this life, you are so impetuous She lady is amazing, so soothing, and sometimes disheartening.
I let myself be pampered by my quiet restless, I take all the emotions from which to build a theater play my life, amplify the voice of my heart, by implementing a comedy, a tragedy, the protagonist of which is me with my soul. Monster but I do not play to my life telling the truth.
continue my journey and I bow nell'inchinarmi, not for applause, only to receive love and thanks of courtesy that I would not want to hear. I am looking for signs that perhaps there, but now I can not see, I am looking for simple gestures, which I would make the heart, but which are tightened into fists of veiled indifference, perhaps fallen into oblivion.
My street is still covered by dense fog and a light to me I do not indicate any passage, but I hope and I try because I think she is there waiting for me. Among the looks and
walk the path with sudden respect for what I find, for what they are and ask only transparency, truth, love.
I open myself today and I would fly up there and not knowing who they are, only to be no longer part of a whole, but plasma it with the essence of wind and give me a fresh breath of clarity, giving a warm touch of simplicity to all.
love requires much strength, and it is always placed in my life, but sometimes gets slapped with superficiality and incoherence.
Sometimes I lock myself in this silent enough to make me the love I have inside.
today with my hand dips of words these feelings, I try to draw the voice of what I hear, I see all the soft colors and enter the ancient amphora of my heart as a souvenir.
reveals the secret of silence that I carry inside.
Like if I wanted to see beyond this and hope to do with me tomorrow ...
I read today and the next day I do not know what will browse, but I will do tomorrow and not in this day ...
How strange is this life, you are so impetuous She lady is amazing, so soothing, and sometimes disheartening.
I let myself be pampered by my quiet restless, I take all the emotions from which to build a theater play my life, amplify the voice of my heart, by implementing a comedy, a tragedy, the protagonist of which is me with my soul. Monster but I do not play to my life telling the truth.
continue my journey and I bow nell'inchinarmi, not for applause, only to receive love and thanks of courtesy that I would not want to hear. I am looking for signs that perhaps there, but now I can not see, I am looking for simple gestures, which I would make the heart, but which are tightened into fists of veiled indifference, perhaps fallen into oblivion.
My street is still covered by dense fog and a light to me I do not indicate any passage, but I hope and I try because I think she is there waiting for me. Among the looks and
walk the path with sudden respect for what I find, for what they are and ask only transparency, truth, love.
I open myself today and I would fly up there and not knowing who they are, only to be no longer part of a whole, but plasma it with the essence of wind and give me a fresh breath of clarity, giving a warm touch of simplicity to all.
love requires much strength, and it is always placed in my life, but sometimes gets slapped with superficiality and incoherence.
Sometimes I lock myself in this silent enough to make me the love I have inside.
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