Dear Me, I give you a cuddle: No one knows you as well as I do!
No one loves you and endures you like Me because We always talk, we always talk and we never abandon ourselves! We love each other so much!
We are part of an inner and outer nature whose together form an I; Mine is definitely unique and special with its advantages and many disadvantages:-)
Inside me lives a fragile nature but someone also supports strong. The flower is a rare beauty with its strength and fragility that make it alive! Earlier this year I chose, not surprisingly, a flower to represent the version of my blog where I tell myself.
For the first time in so many years, this August not He sees me at the sea! Despite the many difficulties of this difficult period, I manage, in a walk (between the houses and some city trees) to find poetry.
Today was a special day, I slept little last night because of a strong storm that woke me up and sent in search of the cat sleeping outside.
Once I found her I took her to my bedroom and we spent some time together. Calmed down the time I took out and tried to resume sleep. This morning we say that I was not fully awake and fit but the day went well anyway.
Verso sera un’energia già attiva in questi giorni, è venuta a farmi visita scompigliando, ancora, i miei delicati “equilibri”. C’è una frase che ho letto poco fa e che riassume un po’ l’amarezza del bianco e nero che vedo intorno: << le cose non vanno spesso come credi >>.
Sometimes I paint some castle in the air and then the castle is not there. In fact, in the past I did much more of this with greater intensity. Now I think this tendency has become minimal because the candle of hope in something beautiful, never goes out! I don't want it to turn off: it has to live, like life!
Fortunately, the visit of good has come to counter the evil of this evening.
While there are ambushes on the one hand, there are flowers and butterflies on the other.
The evening did not go badly although I prepared for a meeting that for the second time was not there.
Too bad because despite my heart beating to a thousand, I had really prepared well; so well that the hole in the water has actually become a funny and not unpleasant walk. I'm sure it did me better than staying in the house, and someone lost that wonderful Me!
A Me who knows how to love, a Me who gives a caress. A Me who remains courteous despite rudeness.
A Me that does not easily close the doors but that is also not intent on becoming like a ball that is kicked in several directions.
These pictures of flowers remind me to return to the luck of being able to dream and paint where there is no color. The lack of color is due to the lack of empathy and feeling that I see and perceive around me. The most special people are hidden in the landscape, they are not noticed; They have a fleeced and always respectful step.
I abandon myself to that universe and nature that saw me learn to give myself a thousand caresses.
I look at that colored side of life that might be but is not, because superficial beings have flooded the painting with white and black by turning off their emotions, respect for themselves and for their neighbors.
I choose to focus on that flower and that welcoming nature because a disrespectful world and that has fun laughing at others or focusing on the worst parts, is not the idea of a comfort zone I have.
This was in short my day today, now I turn it off and try to recover lost sleep 8-)
