l'evoluzione ebbe inzio 2012 agorà

Dove l’estasi non conoscerà l’eclisse

http://consapevolezzadellanima.com/2012/03/06/dove-lestasi-non-conoscera-leclisse/


Come fiamme di candele a sfiorare,
senza mai toccarsi illuminano la notte del pensiero del mondo,
vedi la lenta danza che mai
si incontra e di tutto racconta…

Le ultime gocce

Si tu me quieres.

Dónde estás ahora, no lo puedo saber, lo imagino pero no lo sé..
Te amaré infinitamente por ser mujer, mujer que me ha amado... Hoy estás donde yo no puedo llegar, un día estaremos juntos...
Ahora amo un recuerdo, ahora vivo un presente, ahora estoy esperando, pero no buscando un momento,
Todo regresa en la inmensa vuelta de mi quedamiento, pero no te olvides, ni ahora y ni nunca, que yo amaré infinitamente...
Si tu me quieres.

We have his word

We will be in the moment nel'uno a heart to give him the chance to be there in all its wonder ....
We will have a body to move through a world of discovery, we will be tested through the experiences of this journey. There will be a living hell without unspoiled paradise, there is not extreme to try anything, we are men in the world and worlds to tell him. We are his words, and there is no name to tell ...
We will have time to scan, our finding that in the beginning we were, pure awareness. There was no reason to end the experience remains. We came from infinity that time has not, as finite beings walk and then return to what we were in a principle that you can not tell.
We will have words to tell, on behalf of ourselves, the failure will be evidence of an ego bigger than our own form, but nothing is lost in error, if the door to better recognize. We will have the fork in our hands and we will decide everything. We say many things in the name of love, but love has never talked to voice vibrated in perpetual silence finds no limits, and he will not tell anyone about truth in his own name. Possession is merely the consequence of a genuine fear, a disease unknown to treatment and we would try everything, and then back into the silence of the soul. We will have everything for us when one of us will not put the shield in the name of love itself. He does not protect you from him, wherever he is speechless.
We will have the privilege of compassion in his name, we are his words, silent. We will see the world through, we only bet of ourselves when we find the pain of others. The junction will still be present and we will have everything in that moment. We can avoid and give, if we give in the way. When we say we will not be giving him everything. Can never be that he ask for me to tell you, we will not say anything. We are too small a word from him and never say anything to his flowing towards us. We will contact a primordial but was extinguished and there we understand many things.
We will have everything and everything will be, in the humility that distinguishes us, we will not be a role in heart will understand. We will follow the instinct which does not explain, we will manifest errors and ego. Each test may drop, but the experience puts the fate and know nothing without experience. The purity of the principle must be the goal, everyone will have everything and the junction is only what we can do. Everyone will have the gift of freedom and this runs like a horse on the prairie gardens of Eden, but just remember that we can not be after all, we will be only us and there we learned the same paradise. Love.
We will have forgiveness in every mistake, when we forgive ourselves. The imperfect is normal to carry around and this is the way uphill to a stranger who gives. Perfection never say when it will total a word to the other that we will see, we have accepted the world and we will accept ourselves, perfection is only a mirage at the end but the little that we really will be treasured in the name of ' love that belongs in the heart.
We will have the courage of our actions, reactions, only a consequence of a cycle and we will still fork, this will never know what happens. But fear not border anything until we know to be listening to our conscience. Tremble like leaves in the wind, but then everything will be peace, we will live in goodness and evil will never have. Fear is just the experience to understand the courage that sets us apart forever. The value of a show is coming in and never thought of it. We will be in a present and what we live.
We will have many things to remember and much to do, we have his word that we will not say in his name. We will be human beings simply recognize what we see and we could never say I have not had the chance. For the love does not differentiate some. love does not know him and not you, knows everyone equally, he is in addition to our being here, is so expanded that exists in everything and everyone, we recognize his eternal vibration. In silenzione, we are his word ....

A world in twenty words

How sad can exist in an instant even a lifetime would tell him. The world is the immensity, the world is the reality that all living and that everybody is looking ...We are just a collection of people and life, and yet all this seems all too little, the words are like the most beautiful peaks of the mountains where oxygen is thin, love, friendship, brotherhood words such as light ...In those peaks where little could enjoy the fragrance of these words full and never empty, the hope remains far as the horizon that would see the white snow and the sky near the sun, but this is still too little. We are far from this passage, as if now for a few shows and the world only downside in twenty words choked in the empty box of a virtual world where everything is enclosed. Two stamps space to say I am me ... .. And over all is too complex, too big, too poor to understand the inner misery of a weird solitude. And like all stories do not find time this is a truth the infinite labyrinth of love. Saying I love is a whisper, afraid to say friend, then in that little box lights up and everything becomes as simple as a micro cosmos that exists in a universe that we never see truly; real life. Who are the culprits, no one can be ...We are travelers to walk barefoot in the sand where footprints last for the second wave of the sea which then returns a void.What sadness there is in all this, no one can ever tell what there is of true ...Everything is confused, it all becomes too small to tell the world that few have twenty words to say what our reality in a few know how to listen. We are alone, and that's that sense of melancholy that veiled tired us step by step, one day after another to live what we have.We would have to say and listen, we want the sea and the mountains, only one hemisphere of two worlds, words and love, listening and sound. But when we abandon all of our pain we are in truth only and alone we are born, unique and indissoluble, rare .... How much simplicity in the world of twenty words where everything is, where between masks and truth merge emotions and pain, everything is simple there is no struggle is that we can not actually be in reality that seems to escape even more. So we are real nell'irrealistico digital world where twenty words make a man and a woman alive .... How much devastation can be around us to live the greatest fantasies of a dream never told between wants and loves that await at the door, but that never arrive ....God can see what he has created and what we have changed in the last ice age of the feelings and words that seem to have no value ...Lyric of the heart, emphasis of a white box of twenty words sometimes too real and too far away, where in reality no one says and nobody listens. One I love is the most beautiful word you can say and feel and is always well hidden. Friendship is always true or never so little, and it seems rare for a dialogue between the console and the other. A world in twenty words is the summary of a life that perhaps we have grown tired, who knows if not us, if not them, if not always ... And if there must be in an uncertain future where there is only the mirage of that 'oasis in the heart that would never be too far away and well, everything seems so distant at times. And as exiles in a world that does not prevent our being true, we take refuge in this tiny universe that touches latitudes without moving.And as weary travelers looking beautiful horizons in the future that the eye does not see right now, but everything is never forever, always only a simple constant change that we can do when expanded in the heart we recognize that we are much more twenty words in a world too small to hold what they really exist in us.That day the word I love you, friend, brother, the sun will be a journey that'll make all together again ... ... ..

The words are not everything

If eyes could talk they would say a lot of things, that the voice does not yet know ...Two prying eyes are observed between windows and bars, night lights are now lit and the red tinge this scenario. How to scrutinize their faces, how much passion there is, almost the smell of love is felt in the air. And you're looking for the second observer to say something banal conversation and then feel the warm skin between the fingers. As a sneak thief bribe your soul in that desire is there and she running after that, around the corner .. Would you like to say what he wants to fire you, then you think, the words are not everything and look at the shoes that support the body, a beautiful woman. A gait sublime as you savor the flavor in the palate between the fantasy of possessing at least one minute. She is already far away and you're still there, still, between the forbidden dream ..The night has just arrived and lovers like ghosts out of red, now want their moment of passion, they want warmth now choked between walls and awkward lies. And you observer circles her, you saw her again at nightfall, now quick steps, here it is again .... Now look crosses her watching you, not a mark on the face has no expression. You see his eyes deep, deep, passion you'd expect, but she does not move anything her statuesque expression freezes the moment in you, you approach almost weighed down by fear of what might be saying something. The city lights are now dim, the sounds seem to vintage melodies of a sonata and you, you are close to you ....We observed only seconds that seem eternal, full and empty, the words are not everything, I am nothing now, you have no word of what you put in the pocket of your imagination. Now feel the smell, feel the breath, as you may say words, what good is saying ...When the hands are now in the first contact, and life flows through this moment, what good are words when the ecstasy of the moment is to see the midnight sun and the musicians playing that song sweet, and she now close to your breathing. He wants his life, just want to love .. Eyes to tell that ocean of words that the voice would never, contact primal of love without sound, but full sun in that only they can see, the spell is now, the kiss is now, and you do not even know why a . But what a moment because it does not matter, you are now in the fantasy you wanted the lights and the stage of a life to be born again without saying anything. The passion, voracious race ever a time that you would like it to end. Now the flavor flowing from his lips, the sap of life, now fantasy spaces, now it's all true, the words are not everything ....