I would like to tell about pleasantly green meadows that do not give allergy, enriched by centuries-old trees that offer the world their oxygen and the fresh shade so precious on a warm summer day on which to rediscover the beauty and immensity of the sky above our heads.
I would like to tell you about that summer memory on a small beach (I don’t know if it could be called a small bay) where sometimes it happens to find no one. Small and quiet with a tree that makes shade and overlooks a stretch of sea that caresses the rocks. A small stretch of sand between them allows entry into the water.
I would like to tell you about moments in the park under the shade and the fresh air of the trees, when you raise your eyes and the green fills you with an energy that the buildings cannot give us.
I would like to talk about how good it is to hear the rain coming after a long period of dryness and drought: the water is life, it refreshes and cleans the air by lighting the scents. The flowing water seems to ward off negativity and relax.
I would like to tell you about the joy of seeing the birth and development of a project that aims to improve this world and in particular humanity that sometimes tends to get lost in masks, appearances and numbers.
I would like all this and instead I listen (and I try to dialogue) with a difficult July. Now in the last few years when the heat comes the patisco and the volumes that rise in the festive period, the services that slow down, the movements and the pressures of those who are near us. Sometimes it takes a break, a quiet moment when we can feel respected (although it should always be so).
There is the need for moments when we take our spaces and in them we feel calm and undisturbed, at ease and listening and expressing ourselves.
On the phone, on TV, around me I hear increasingly catastrophic news and, in social rules, I see more and more less freedom and power (not only economic) of people. Evil tries to remove power, scare and gradually increase discomfort and then act when all are weaker.
As long as there is life there will be good somewhere and, as long as there is life evil will not have won. In all this difficulty I try to look at myself and listen to myself inside and still find a corner of well-being and comfort where I do not feel invaded.
