The world will slap you in the face. You will be kicked in the teeth and you will ache in places where you did not know you had bones. You will bleed. This is certain because you are so small and you are no match. No, you will crawl in the dirt and you will starve for days and days. Your home will perish because nothing in the world is certain. Someday soon your mind will zip free like an uncoiling cassette tape. The black film will spin out of control and in your delusion you will feel so wonderful. … Continue reading Stand up!

Pensa che si muore e che prima di morire tutti hanno diritto a un attimo di bene. Questa riflessione mi accompagna, scolpendo ogni gesto con una dolce urgenza. Ascolto con clemenza, cercando di comprendere non solo le parole, ma anche i silenzi. Guardo con ammirazione le volpi, le poiane, il vento, il grano, trovando in essi la saggezza della natura. Imparo a chinarmi su un mendicante, ad accarezzare un cane, gesti semplici che tessono un arazzo di umanità. Cerco continuamente parole migliori, perché so che le parole hanno il potere di guarire e di ferire. Imparo a sentire l’energia del … Continue reading Grandezza Della Vita

“What is your drug of choice?” she asked, her eyes searching his with a mix of curiosity and concern. He paused, a faint smile playing on his lips, and replied, “Hope.” “Hope,” he said, “the most addicting one of all.” In that moment, the weight of his words hung in the air, shimmering with an unspoken truth. Hope, that elusive, intoxicating force, had woven itself into the very fabric of his being. It was the light that pierced through the darkest nights, the whisper that urged him forward when all seemed lost. Hope was his lifeline, his anchor in the … Continue reading Hope

There is something so beautiful about people who love and want the best for you without trying to change or fix you, as though you were broken. It’s a rare and precious kind of love that sees beyond flaws, that doesn’t seek to mold you into someone else’s ideal. Instead, it celebrates you in your entirety, acknowledging your strengths, your quirks, and even your imperfections. It’s a testament of love to look at someone and see their true essence, to recognize their potential and capacity to grow without it being condescending. To love someone in this way is to offer … Continue reading To Be Loved

I love from far away, enveloped in the mirage of longing. I love the deep, the torrents, the deserts, and I embrace my madness! I rise it as a beacon in the dark night, a flame that dances wildly against the shadows. I feel the rain on my skin, the blood coursing through my veins, and the songs that linger on my lips. Oh! Let no one impose pious intentions upon me; may nobody ask me for directions. May no one tell me, ‘Come here!’ My life is a storm that broke and lost itself in its own fury. It … Continue reading I Love From Far

I was once a tornado, a volcano, an unstoppable force of nature. I roared through life with a wild, uncontainable energy, leaving traces of my fierce existence everywhere I went. Then, in a bid to root myself in the normalcies of society, I dug my feet into the ground, seeking stability and calm. But in doing so, I watched as my flowers grew dull and then fell off completely. I cried as my leaves turned brown and shriveled, mourning the vibrant spirit that once defined me. But now, oh now, the air is getting heavy and the winds are picking … Continue reading Indomitable Essence

Where is God? Where is Christ? Where have we looked for Him? Perhaps He has become a symbol, a reflection of our desire to show how good we are. Just self-promotion. A shield. We have confined God within the so-called sacred realms of churches, healings, miracles, and marvels. We speak in His name as if we were proclaimed His spokespeople, claiming ownership of the truth. We have killed in His name, wielding His words like metal that cuts deeply into the souls of those who disagree with us. We have awaited Christ’s coming while His essence of Love does not … Continue reading Where is God?

My soul is built from the leftover arts and crafts of my childhood; broken watercolors, snapped-in-half crayons, and papier-mâché “chewed paper” masks smoothed over with tender hands. These fragments, these remnants of innocence, are woven together into the fabric of my being. Each piece, though imperfect and worn, carries a memory, a whisper of the past that speaks to the core of who I am. In my darkest hours, it’s these very fragments that illuminate my path. The vibrant colors of broken watercolors splash light into the shadows, painting my fears with hues of hope. The snapped crayons, though small … Continue reading Leftover

Qu’est-ce que je ressens ?… J’ai acquis des références, un statut et une approbation, mais où est l’accomplissement promis ? Ai-je été mal dirigé en cours de route ? Mais qu’est-ce que je ressens lorsque les attentes sociales sont contredites ? Lorsque mes intentions sont dominées par la nécessité de prendre soin de toute la vie, pas seulement de la mienne. Pourquoi est-ce si paisible et calme, quand l’amour devient réalité, pas seulement un fantasme – quand l’amour est expérimenté et exploré, pas un désir plein d’espoir… Peut-être qu’il y a un nom pour cela, mais pour l’instant, je l’appellerai… … Continue reading La joie silencieuse

You speak of miracles and how the Sun radiates through him. How his skin is an anthology of love poems, each touch a stanza of eternal affection. His bones wrapped in honey, sweet and golden, a testament to the warmth he carries. His heart, an ocean, vast and profound, holding depths of emotions that ripple endlessly. And what of me, if he is the Sun? My body is the moon, reflecting his light, a silvery glow that dances in the night. My skin is a canvas of whispers, each caress a secret written in the language of the stars. My … Continue reading Togetherness