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What a difficult period, what a humanly sad period. How much violence!
No one is innocent, there is no innocence when using violence.

Here are some videos, in my opinion, of the period we are living.
Not recent videos but that are even more than ever valid today.

Here is the effect of a rubber bullet: the story of Laidy Cadena.

Why the video above?
"Someone" would like to legalize, among the forces of order, in Italy the use of this terrible instrument already used with damage in other nations. It seems to me the war to those who can hurt more, the war of the strongest. To understand my feeling and thinking it is necessary to draw on the information of the video above that explains the context I am perceiving these days.

My thought: violence is not the solution.

The man in my opinion is giving the worst of himself in these modern times and is something that I find extremely sad, destructive and painful.

Even art has something to express and does it with a lighter form:

Fiorella Mannoia – The weight of courage

Still reflection from the world of art.

Roberto Benigni: «How do you talk about war today?»

In the video below that follows a bit of a transmission with Benigni and Bonolis in the program "The sense of life" in a very important thought phrase:

We cannot choose perhaps, sometimes, our destiny, however, does not exist, in the world, any power, no power that can triumph over our vitality and our love.

Another important "tract" of this video is at first when Benigni mentions the importance of our uniqueness.

Each of us must not lose its uniqueness; we are unique. When they say we, we... but what I'm important is not? Of course it is important to have custody of your brother but to always express our uniqueness.

This reflexive post starts from some videos that face violence and harm to conclude with a sweeter and perhaps respectful vision of us. Violence is always wrong.

(Note: These are personal reflections born from my inner journey. The narrative details have been made universal to protect the privacy of all, but the emotion that passes through them is authentic and lived. )

There are times in life when the only act of love towards oneself is learning to say "no". For some time, I have to face the pressure to attend meetings and convivial moments that, instead of bringing comfort, awaken in me a pI'm so uncomfortable. I live the material, economic and authoritarian world with a struggle that struggles to find words, and I learned that to force me to stay in places that do not resonate with my well-being has a too high cost.

I call myself a powerful but fragile soul. And it is precisely from this immense fragility that my most precious features were born: a constant search for love, authenticity and tranquility. As a child, my emotional path has been tormented. I d d dovuto learn to welcome me and to love me in the moments when I felt that the external reception was missing. I know that love, in some form, was – otherwise I would not be here – but in times of conflict and attacks, it was impossible for me to perceive it. The anger and violence, physical or verbal, are extremely destructive: they vibrate at a frequency that cancels any possibility of listening.

I remember a childhood marked by misunderstandings. The refusal for a place that saw me crying just forced to enter became a difficulty in studying, with low grades, punishments and quarrels. Growing up in an environment where my difficulties They were reported as judgments, and where the answer was often an explosion of anger, led me to isolate myself. As a child, I felt emotionally detached, uncomfortable even on rare occasions of celebration. Sometimes, the violence that I undergo lights upIt goes like an echo even inside me, leading me to lose control, in a sad repetition of dynamics that I didn’t manage.

Today, as an adult, I bring invisible scars of those days. My working experiences, often linked to family environments, were mostly sources of suffering, to the point that my body and mind reacted with malaise and weep. Oggi, my body speaks even more clearly: headaches, anxiety, panic attacks and other physical fragility are his honest way of telling me that certain environments are not safe for me.

Recently, I chose not to attend a family meeting. The pressure was strong, accompanied by words that wanted me to feel guilty for the "sacrifices" of others, without considering how bad I was, even just the idea of travel or to find me in a place where I don't feel welcomed.

It takes a grandparent sometimes to blow up a latent tension. I often find myself facing pressures, judgments on my working path and in fact for my alleged lack of consideration towards others. There are those who paint me like someone who exploits the situation, completely ignoring my inner malaise.

Writing is not an act of accusation, but of liberation. It is the way my fragile but powerful soul recovers its space.

I learned that I can't control other people's reactions.

True love does not ask to cancel. True love respects silence, fragility and the need for peace.

After such a strong storm it takes some time to recover. The present is complicated, the future is afraid.
The difficulties there are but are even more accentuated than the environment around it is hostile or does not include / welcomes.
The cohabitation in general among people is often not easy: different worlds, different needs and sooner or later on by someone start pressures or demands; this can happen between the walls of the house but also outside. It is the difficulty of groups, also affective relationships.

We never really know the battles that are facing the reality we are facing. We often think we know but it's not exactly like that.

I perceive stress and discomfort. ☢️
I look for silence and tranquility. 🌴

I paint Love and Empathy. 🌸
I express the inner worlds of energy, feelings. 💟

I travel with my mind, I wonder how people can be connected positively. 🧠
I look for good vibrations, as it is used in these modern times where I am not so much. 🎋

I'm looking for magic. 🪄
I look for an atmosphere that puts me on and that puts us at ease. 🔮

I'm sorry. 🕯️
I'm better off with myself than among people, I can barely bear chaos. 🌱

I love the movement. I'm looking for calm. 🖼️
I like colors. 🎨

In silence I find a melody that cradles me, a warm voice like Gino Paoli. 🌟
I sometimes go back in time, I paint with my mind, I make astral trips. 👽

Reflecting I feel that my soul feels in prison uncomfortable inside a body. 🫥
I can feel better when I distract myself from physicality, violence, authority, rules. 😶‍🌫️

Freedom and tranquility and pleasant human warmth, poetry, magic, empathy, harmony and nature are the elements that make me feel good. 🕊️

The exact date of the recording of the voice of Gino Paoli was not published.
For Paoli's voice it can only be circumscribed the period: between the composition of the song (after Pennino had him listened to the melody) and his disappearance on 24 March 2026.
A difficult emotion to describe... to hear in September 2026 the voice of Gino Paoli in this wonderful song never heard.

A young warrior, never beaten, went to challenge an old Zen master. He did not use the sword: he insulted him for hours, trying to provoke in him anger or fear.

The teacher didn't move. He didn't answer. She remained serene.

The young man, exhausted, left.

The students asked: «How did you not react?»

The teacher answered:

«If someone gives you a gift and you don't accept it, who's the gift?»

«To those who offered it.»

«The offenses are like that. If you don't accept them, they're left of who threw them. You don't have to take them.»

The point to take home: Other anger is a package. You can open it and hurt yourself, or you can leave it where it is. The choice is always you'llto.