Come posso insegnare a chi tutto sa?
Posso solo parlare di ciò che la tua anima sente, del dolore, dell'amore, della libertà.
E così ella chiese:
parlaci della libertà, del cuore. Conoscendo questi possiamo intendere il dolore! E sollevando lo sguardo a quel cielo che lì lo aveva condotto, disse
Dovete volere la libertà e quando la riconoscerete seguitela, senza paura. Ed inizierà un giorno senza che nessun sole sorga. Non diverrà mai sera, naturalmente, per chi vorrà seguirla. Mai più vedrete il buio che sempre vi ha circondato, farà in modo che tutto schiarisca nella oscurità del dolore e quantunque il tempo vi sarà nemico, ella ve lo renderà amico!! Sarete folli. Saggezza per voi stessi e stupidità per gli altri. Forgiati dal tempo vissuto, dalle esperienze più tristi, conoscerete il senso del niente ed il valore del tutto. Sorriderete per un fiore che sboccia e qualcuno riderà of this. And you of them. Weep for a scene for a phrase, a sound and when you observe someone in amazement, pity you, because you know that you understand, because you know the feelings that make you suffer.
You will be transparent to all, and will not be so for those who can understand you, who will not be so for consistency, patience, for those who can read between those lines that you have never written anything that will come from you as the rays of that sun off .
come the night never ended and will this day ever since. Still waiting for the desire ever had.
Love .. and you will love everyone and everything. Will be with you at the same time when you feel alone, as prisoners who have decided not to run away, because you are still so! You'll love your fill of her beauty and nothing will leave you alone when you're alone because you can learn, as she calls, the value of one who loves you. There
the extent that she is you.
This is freedom!
exhausting path to the summit but also fun descents into the unknown.
If she speaks to you listen to it even though there seem difficult to realize a dream.
Listen to it so that she reaches states where, in the roots of your life.
Will the darkness the light of day but also a long night.
will make your slave master, your thoughts, but you also servants of everything and everyone. There
mold will become as hard as marble and clay as well as fragile as the petals of the flower that you love to be. This will
freedom and know the secrets of pain, the joys of love, and you will become your mosaic tiles, minutes of your day.
And her tears slipped once again. He realized that he was never free until that moment.
The air moved by the wings of words such as bread was for the sails of his memory!
Continued ...
