sunday : A soft breeze flows nonstop, with infinite patience, as the whole life, the breeze slides on the ground that is of the same color as the sky, between white/green and white/blue. The line of the mountain gets lost in the distance, hides between the clouds. In my meditation I look for the naked word, this word formed with the truth and the sincerity that is born in my heart.

In the real world, the human beings turn into slaves of his physical needs. The famine, the sleep, the weariness, the pain they are the result of the environment. But these sensations  has no value, when across the illusion, the faith and the hope, two people know each other, as you and as me, in this virtual world that turns out to be often a stranger.

In the earth there is one balance of races of ideas of customs, methods and systems. But in the transcendental world, of the word exists the unification of the feelings. And these emotions that are clear as the light of the day, sincere and honest they live in your heart and fill me with a happiness that I cannot describe with words even and when I wanted  do it. I silence!

The evening falls down on the city as a shade that fights for getting his own space. Also I am freeing a battle. I will  whisper to my friend ear, few verse of the song that my friend wants to listen with  music .

“To the ashen light of the memory that wants to redeem the already lived, burns the yesterday ghost. Am I this that dances on the foot of the tree and is delirious with clouds that are bodies that are waves, with bodies that are clouds that are flat? Am I the one that touches the water and sings to the water, I am the cloud, the tree with sheets? Everything what I dreamed lasts a minute and it is a minute all lived. But centuries do not matter, or minutes: when you read these words when you are with me”

Happy sunday for all my friends,

My best wishes take care yeah....

Diana T.