Double Rainbow

COSMIC AWARENESS

I am used....

I'm used to these days

in which your life nullifies

I'm used

and without you

a day isn't real....

I don't know

what I can do

Flyes in the air

another bird

and one follows one

while the sun

is just leaving its course.

I don't know

what I can do

I fell sleep on

that torturing sound

-sword against sword-

....Is there a hot song

calling me from the street?

Reaching the silence

of the lazy night....

only the wind slashes

the clouds to weep

and a few broken glasses

which fall inside

the heart.

New Version of Myself

MAGIC....

IL MONDO E' IL LINGUAGGIO CHE LO SPIRITO INFINITO PARLA AGLI SPIRITI FINITI...

THE WORLD IS THE LANGUAGE THAT THE INFINITE SPIRIT SPEAKS TO THE FINITE SPIRITS....

Peaceful....

"Friendship is a lot like food. We need it to survive. What is more, we seem to have a basic drive for it."-Hara Estroff Marano

God means the last step of a journey, the extreme point of
loneliness, unsubstantial point at which we must give a name, attribute
fictional existence. He filled in a sum function: that of
dialog. Even the unbeliever wants to converse with the "Only" because
is not easy to talk with nothingness.

Dieu signifie la dernière étape d’un cheminement, point extrême de la

solitude, point insubstantiel auquel il faut bien donner un nom, attribuer

une existence fictive. Il remplit en somme une fonction : celle du

dialogue. Même l’incroyant aspire à converser avec le « Seul », car il

n’est pas facile de s’entretenir avec le néant.

Per la serie: MEDITATE,Gente, MEDITATE....

NON ASPETTATEVI MOLTO DALLA FINE DEL MONDO !!

DON'T EXPECT A LOT FROM THE END OF THE WORLD!!

THE NEXT NATURE

BLOGGARE NECESSE EST .....

Pirimpinella qua,pirimpinella la' .... su questo bloggo mai nessuno ci verra'....

Pirimpinella su,pirimpinella giu'......percio' io bloggo in solitudine quassuuuuuuuu'!!!!

Invano e' nato colui che, avendo avuto il privilegio di nascere uomo,

non realizza su questa terra la comunione con Dio....

da:le riflessioni di Paolo Conti

BUONA PASQUA

Sea Shell, Sea Shell,
Sing me a song, O Please!
A song of ships, and sailor men,
And parrots, and tropical trees,
Of islands lost in the Spanish Main
Which no man ever may find again,
Of fishes and corals under the waves,
And seahorses stabled in great green caves.
Sea Shell, Sea Shell,
Sing of the things you know so well.