Instants

Desire that time passes quickly, that all flows away, while feeling lost in neverending instants  

Realize that time expands to give another chance, yet another, to understand that life is everything, much, more and this.  

It's what you have in one fist and you don't squeeze in the other.  It is the colored leaf in front and white behind.  

And nothing is more beautiful than feeling its taste in the mouth, its perfume in the nostrils, its light in the eyes

Collisions

you're the color
that the shadow hides
you're in the leaves
that vibrate in the wind
you're in the roots
that go deep into the earth
you're in the trunk
that supports the hair
you're the air
that gives breath to the leaves
you're the way
that never ends
you're the reflection
of the rays of the sun

You're all of this, all the beauty
that you attempt to hide behind you,
but that makes you shadow and light,
that covers you, but raises you up
that ties your wings, but makes you fly high

Losing my wealths

Yes, that's it. I guessed it.
Living means runing towards death,
without looking at the road.

The luckiest ones will run hand to hand:
you will support him and she will support you.
The less fortunate will run alone,
but will learn how to do it with dignity.
The most unfortunate ones will run in pairs,
until her hand will leave his hand,
because he won't be strong enough to run with her​​...
I understand, she selects who can give her more chances to survive
and will discard those who are just a burden.
I understand.

Alone, I am just in need, sorrow, shame.
I'm alone.

Without being able to cry even more,
I let me die.
There is not a Cireneo, not for me.

Loving love

Open your eyes,
and raise your voice
to draw our attention.
Yes, you're here, you came.

Around your crib ...
your father cries of joy
and fears for you, picturing your future.
He loves you.
While caressing your cheeks,
your mother holds you, to her heart.
She loves you.
Your grandparents dream, dream
to love you with all the strengths
that the future will grant them.

And he listened, speechless,
finally, your music.
It's yours and it's your this now.
As your will be the place in this orchestra.

He's watching you from the audience,
and be the first to acclaim you.
He will be behind you,
next to you, when you will look for him.
Will run with you, if you want it.
and will protect you if you will need.

Will love you, that's sure,
a love that has never lived,
now discovered,
of all the love that your uncle
will be able to give you.

I can understand

I can understand, this time.
Yes, this time is different…
because I know what you feel.

Sometimes,
you loose your breath,
you don't want to get up,
you sleep and yield to the pain that tears.

I was so, for a while…
and maybe you're experiencing the same,
but you forget that ...
there is a 'tomorrow' also for you,
I can witness it!

Because beyond the darkness,
after you will have touched the bottom,
you will see your light.

It's possible, believe me.
You will be up again… with me by your side.
At some point you will realize that you are not alone,
that a beautiful world is living around you…

We still have so many things to do... together
Do not give up...

Sweet Wind

You are not alone,
although the resentments of the hangover of your unbearable mistakes,
although it would be easier to drop everything.
when all your plans
"fly away without you."

Clouds fade away,
swept away by a new wind,
that wears out and destroys,
that overwhelms and confuses ...
and that leaves you helpless... on the ground.

Glimpses of sky reveal a lazy sun,
which freely reassures the soul.
My Sun,
my dream ...
… the gift of the wind.

It blows unexpectedly,
gives gratuitously,
runs away suddenly…

... my sweet Wind.

for you G.N.U.

Surrender ...

I'm sitting here on your couch trying to read, to do something that distracts me, but my brain is completely off.

I do not understand why a lump in my throat, I would cry.
Indeed, yes, I feel lonely, but that loneliness that you cannot do anything for. I feel empty.

I watch the video you sent me and remember those words that you give me from the altar. I think of the courage you had to throw everything away, to empty your old glass and fill it again. And then I see myself, I see the effort of emptying my glass, to finally leave it empy.

The correction of the wrong side of my life has cost me the auto-elimination from the context of self-esteem, well-being and of love which unknowingly was the reason of my life. And in this emptiness the echo of my cries strikes and breaks me down.

Drowned in the awarness to have established only wrong relationships with you, with whom I loved and I don't, now I am confused. Passengers and instant feelings are mixed with old memories.

Today on the bus there was the usual mad in front of me. Mirrored by the window, He talked to himself. He said words of comfort, saying he was encouraged because "there is still the Surgery," ...
Do not tease me, but I looked in my portion of the window ... looking for my reflection ... But even it was not there.

Now I sit, I sit down by the Sea of ​​Galilee, and I cast my nets, because I'm tired of pursuing my unattined happiness.

Do not grieve.