In English
It was a strangely warm late afternoon on a winter Sunday. I could hear the festive din of the children in the neighboring apartment and the dogs barking in the distance. However, nothing seemed to fill the emptiness of the living room, and I felt tired, lost and alone, murmuring in tears my surrender to… Continue reading The Delicate Simplicity of Being
Maybe it sounds strange, like a dissonance breaking a perfect chord. Maybe it sounds fantastic, like the fleeting caress of a blue butterfly while shopping in a supermarket. Maybe it sounds insane after all, like a divine revelation, nothing sudden, but the kind that stubbornly insinuates itself here and there, a little naughty, and conquers… Continue reading A Dissonant Caress
Everything seemed out of place when I got out of the car in front of the tall building that would be my home for the next few years. Along with my luggage, I brought a lot of uncertainty, insecurity, more sadness than joy — all the immaturity and shyness of a small-town teenager, eventual college… Continue reading A Planetarium in My Life
The garden at the back of my parents' house was my favorite refuge as a child. There was a small lawn there on which my mother spread white sheets to lighten in the sun. I lay on the soft grass, oblivious to time, watching the clouds float across the vast blue sky as they took… Continue reading The Garden of Manifestations
In the silence of a recent morning, the word “merge”, accompanied by the visualization of a chameleon, brought with it an unexpected understanding from an innovative perspective of my soul. We always imagine relationships based on fusion of feelings and telepathy as alien to our human reality or, at least, exclusive to enlightened beings or… Continue reading Chameleon Soul
The sun reappeared that morning, after days of incessant, typically autumnal rain. I decided to go for a walk, without a certain direction, improvising along paths bordered by green. The hill ahead was getting closer and closer, I was already walking far from home, and a thought suddenly crossed my mind: “Just keep walking, my… Continue reading The City and the Transfigured Ship
One day, I went for a walk through the streets of the city where I live. Life seemed to stretch out on that sunny afternoon. I was already far from home when heard the sound of children in the distance. The uproar increased as I approached a kindergarten yard. Children screamed as they moved frantically,… Continue reading Through the Gardens of Gaia
I walk over the line of the waves where children sat apprehensively in their first baths in the sea. Fun sandpipers, white egrets and fearless cormorants make me happy with their company. An unexpected wave seems to play with me, bathing my legs in the warm waters of summer afternoons. A hawk lands briefly in… Continue reading In the Interlude of a Summer
A pine tree grows lonely on the cliff of a high mountain. An unexpected silence snatches the heart of a forest. Birds soar gracefully, letting themselves be carried by the currents of an air that ascends. An undisturbed rock keeps the tides at the edge of a sea. There is light, there is consciousness in… Continue reading Impressions on Love and Consciousness
"I am not a singularity, I am multiplicity." That thought and the image of an apple tree laden with fruits by a small lake became recurrent this week, keeping me company in brief flashes, while brushing my teeth, washing the dishes in the kitchen or walking the streets of city. “My body is a family.… Continue reading An Apple Tree by a Lake
The winter announced its farewell and I watched the Sun hiding meekly behind the mountains, warming and painting the sky and gray clouds with lilacs and shades of pink. Suddenly, in a tenuous instant, I had the sensation of a slight plunge into the landscape and, in my eyes, the perspective seemed to widen, deepen,… Continue reading At Sunset
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