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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
My eyes close, and in this internal landscape of mine, the sun announces its arrival with a light that caresses the sky and covers the sea with the gold of countless tiny sequins. I hear the laughter of the angels as the waves play with the rocks of the bay, and their delicate whispers as… Continue reading Spinner of a Love
In my meditations, sometimes I sneak into the warmth of souls, like a curious and joyful child to reap herself in verses in the fields of an inaudible singing — shy Light in its yearning to experience its love and exist. In this poetic daring of mine, wouldn't galaxies, stars, beings, particles, elementals, souls and… Continue reading The Naive Metaphysics of a Kiss
The September winds brought rain, watering the land, washing the roofs and my soul too, and, along with the birdsong and the grass sprouts, my inner child returned. My heart was filled with joy, for it was me returning home. My child arrived waking me up in flashes, asking me to look, to look at… Continue reading The Awakening of the Child III
The September winds brought rain, watering the land, washing the roofs and my soul too, and, along with the birdsong and the grass sprouts, my inner child returned. My heart was filled with joy, for it was me returning home. My child arrived waking me up in flashes, asking me to look, to look at… Continue reading The Awakening of the Child II
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