Autumn
November 17, 2008 Sun and mist,
yellow to gray ... confused.
Cool but not cold.
Yellow and red trees,
Some now bare.
Unreal calm around,
muffled sounds:
waiting time.
Archive for November, 2008
A prayer ... a thought ...
November 15, 2008When you wake up ....
When you woke up this morning I OBSERVED I hoped that you addressed to me the word just a few words, asking my opinion or thanking me for something good had happened yesterday.
But I noticed that you were very busy trying to get the right dress to go to work.
I continued to wait as he ran for the house to dress up and settle down I knew you'd have time to stop just a few minutes and say "Hello". But you were too busy.
For this I turned on the sky for you, I filled the color of gentle singing of birds to see if this so I ascoltaviperò even you realize. I watched you while you walk to work and I waited patiently all day. With all the things you had to do, I guess you were too busy to tell me something.
At your return I saw your tired and thought I'd get a little wet 'because the water will take away your stress.
I get such a pleasure because you would have thought of me but you have offended and enraged by my name, I wanted to tell me about that time, there was still a long time.
After you have turned on the TV, I waited patiently, while you watch TV, have dinner, but you forgot to talk to me again, I've spoken to.
I noticed that you were tired, and I understand your desire to silenzioe so I darkened the splendor of the sky, I lit a candle, in truth it was beautiful, but you were not interested in it.
When I sleep I was destroyed.
After you said goodnight to the family on the bed and you fell you fell asleep almost immediately.
I accompanied the music with your dream, my nocturnal lit, but no matter, because maybe you even realize that I'm always there for you.
I have more patience than you think. I also like to teach you to be patient with others,
I love you so much that aspect of daily prayer, the landscape I do is just for you.
Well, you're waking up again and once they are here and look Voltaia with nothing other than my love for you, hoping that today you can devote a little 'time.
Have a good day.
Your father God
You'll find out just living
November 14, 2008 The only living scoprirari,
where you bring your way.
You'll find out just living,
If you loved.
The only living scoprirari,
If you will be loved.
The only living scoprari,
if you're rich or poor.
The only living scopriari,
If you have more 'joys or sorrows.
You'll find out ... just living.
It is not 'important what' you're
or who you are,
the important thing 'that you want to live every moment,
to discover to have lived.
Rainbow in the heart
November 14, 2008 Each of us has a rainbow in your heart.
But often we look in black and white.
The dullness of our cities now prevents us from enjoying the taste of colors.
To look good over the rainbow there, and we can climb it, climb its stairs and then down to try our treasure.
I walked on my rainbow, your feet ...
I left the red footprints: loving and fighting.
I left footprints orange: desiring and seeking.
I left footprints Directory: challenges and find
I left green footprints: hoping and persevering
I left blue footprints: dreaming and talking.
I left footprints indigo: imagining and thinking.
I left footprints purple: transforming and opening me up to Heaven.
Constantly searching for something, waiting to reach the goal.
Footprints each day, any time, wrought nails in the wall of life.
I arrived at the end and I found myself going back and discovered that the real treasure is what we have, we are: men who can still look to the sky, searching for the rainbow, to fit it in your heart.
Rainy day
November 14, 2008 Dark in the house, the shutters are pulled. Salt a wisp of smoke from his cigarette.
Lights off, turned off the music.
Only the sound of thoughts to move this time still.
The chair has now taken my form .... the glass with alcohol and 'now resting on the floor.
Only, I can only think.
The armor protects the core from external shocks, but sometimes I miss him a pat on the heart .... heat that then spreads throughout the body, giving me the strength of a smile.
The last time you smile for the sake of smiling?
How long is bursting with laughter?
The time I lived, the world I live. Sometimes I'm already '... a zombee. I do not want to walk .... I stand .. appearance.
I fight with ghosts and roll the dice, were losers.
Patters the rain out the window, I wet the soul .... I do not think .... I would not go wrong ... I would like to impose what it scares me.
I simply have to love me back, in order to love. Or maybe you still feel the caress of the evening, feel loved, to love.
The smoke is lost on the ceiling as my thoughts ... ... .. I still listen to their silent noise.
Resistance
November 14, 2008 Gray day.
days of rain and wind,
to sweep the soul.
Cold outside,
Frost inside.
Shrub in the hurricane,
sank roots in
to become a trunk.
Resist,
to survive.
Who am I?
November 4, 2008 Wandering soul,
to search for questions and answers:
a boy became a man,
a man become husband and father,
a father who wants to return the child,
to be even
wandering soul
to search for questions and answers.
