🌲💛Silent people are those who have so much to say...
They are not silent for fear of speaking,
but only speak with those who are able to understand...
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2023年7月31日 星期一
🌲💛Her eyes were full of dreams...
🌲💛Her eyes were full of dreams and her mouth was made for smiling.
She had learned not to give up even if her life had made her suffer and she had taken away the love she deserved.
She was stubborn and impulsive,
she always tripped over some mistakes.
She fell but she always got up.
She was like Alice in Wonderland,
she knew how to give herself excellent advice but then she couldn't follow it because her heart was always screwing her.
She put too much heart into everything she did,
too much love,
too many dreams.
She was afraid,
she had learned that she could hurt herself very much by letting go,
by leaving her soul uncovered.
She was vulnerable and fragile because she didn't know how to lie,
she had tried to build walls to defend herself,
she surrounded herself with thorns,
like roses do.
Yet she smiled,
she always smiled,
to hide her pain.
She was wild and indomitable,
like a wounded animal that won't let anyone approach her.
You had to win her trust,
slowly,
gently.
She had the wide,
bewildered eyes of someone who longs for a caress,
of someone looking for love.
Deep eyes of those who fought with life,
eyes full of dreams,
eyes where you could drown.
She was waiting for nothing but someone to strip her of her fears.
She was as colorful as confetti,
she tiptoed under the stars,
she listened to the moon in silence,
she didn't accept compromises.
She was small and delicate,
to be embraced with care.
She lived on emotions,
impetuous like the stormy sea,
bright like the spring sky.
When she loved she didn't spare herself,
she knew how to give the rainbow.
It takes courage to choose one of hers like her,
because she doesn't let herself be tamed,
she's like a hurricane that overwhelms,
upsets,
leaves you breathless.
But those like her are always worth it.
You have to hold on to someone like her for life...
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🌲💛When a woman is...
🌲💛When a woman is sweetness and trouble,
fun and seriousness,
novelty and memory,
journey and abode...
What man worthy of the name refuses this miracle and chooses to flee,
invoking the discomfort of 'to like ?...
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🌲💛There are women who...
🌲💛There are women who close their eyes,
listening to slow music,
which makes their tears even saltier.
There are women who proudly,
but with a lump in their throat,
they give up on happiness.
There are women who with their eyes photograph those splendid yet fleeting moments in which they feel embraced by love,
hoping to keep them alive and colorful forever.
If you open your eyes for an instant,
you can observe them as they scatter crumbs of themselves along the way to that train that will take them away.
while they scream their anger against the shaking windows of a house that has become a prison,
while they smile in desperation at those who would like to bring them back to their usual life.
There are women who will stop at nothing,
because they will never find the end of that thread.
There are women who have tied a knot for each of their tears,
hoping that someone will come and untie them.
Don't stop a woman's heart,
nothing is worth more.
Don't make a woman cry,
every tear is a little bit of herself that goes away.
Don't make her wait alone and scared sitting on the edge of madness and if you want to love her,
really do it, with all of yourself.
Hold her and protect her,
fight for her,
cry with her,
give her the most beautiful ray of sunshine,
always keep that light burning in her eyes every day,
that light is hope,
it is love,
it is pure spirit.
It's wind,
it's the most beautiful star of any night...
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🌲💛I no longer leave you...
🌲💛I no longer leave you within the perimeter of my emotions,
I will no longer shelter my heart from your raids,
your intrusive kisses,
your kind longing.
I will be like Charon,
ready to let you cross my entire soul,
opening all the doors for you to see me as I am,
naked and vulnerable.
Here is my real Beyond...
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🌲💛Ever since I learned to...
🌲💛Ever since I learned to let people choose their own place in my life,
I've realized that I have many more free spaces.
And I understood that this is how authentic affections find a way to manifest themselves.
Which is useless condemning them to their own idea of feeling,
locking them in a double-locked box into which we have basically placed only our need.
Because there is no projection more dangerous than that which aims not to lose the other,
or to ensure that the other coincides perfectly with what you want.
So I guess that's how everyone becomes free.
Leaving relationships the opportunity to become who they are.
Surprising,
perhaps,
to realize that there is even more light that way.
Or not.
But with the wonderful certainty of not having violated their nature...
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🌲💛It had the same...
🌲💛It had the same vulnerability as the sea.
He let himself be conditioned by external factors. Tumultuous if surprised by an impetuous storm, agitated if touched by the action of the wind,
placid,
she abandoned herself to tenderness,
if kissed by the sun...
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🌲💛The thing is...
🌲💛The thing is,
when you really change you don't tell anyone.
You wake up one morning and you're the version of yourself you've been waiting for.
You will lose false friends,
useless acquaintances,
meaningless loves.
You will find your essence.
And you won't leave her anymore.
I hope that morning comes soon for you.
Life is too short,
too complex and too wonderful for that "good face" that makes you swallow bitter and poisoned toads.
You are reborn.
And don't be afraid...
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🌲💛When I can't wait to...
🌲💛When I can't wait to bathe in her,
an idea to which she gave her full support...
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🔞🌲💛It became obvious that...
🌲💛It became obvious that either out of indifference...
or rather resolutely she had decided not to speak any more...
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🌲💛I'm the one waiting for you...
🌲💛I'm the one waiting for you...
Your car has a special sound and I can recognize it among thousands.
Your steps have a magic bell,
they are music to me.
Your voice is the greatest sign of my happy time,
and sometimes it is not necessary to mention:
I feel your sadness.
If I see your joy,
it makes me happy!
I don't know what good or bad smell is,
I just know that your perfume is the best.
Some presences I sometimes like,
others,
not so much.
But your presence is what moves my senses.
Your awakening,
wakes me up.
Sleeping you are my God,
he rests in the house,
and I your dream.
Your gaze is a ray of light,
when I realize your awakening...
Your hands on me have the lightness of peace.
And when you leave,
everything is empty again...
And I go back to waiting always and always...
For the sound of your car;
For your steps;
For your voice;
For your always erratic state of humor;
For your smell;
For your rest under my watch;
For your eyes;
For your hands.
And so I'm happy.
I'm the one waiting for you:
I'm your dog!...
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🔞🌲💛Turn off your cell phone...
🌲💛Turn off your cell phone,
stop everything,
go wherever you want it to be on a bench or closed in your room it doesn't matter and be alone with yourself. Hard isn't it?
Do you think you have already done it or do it all the time.
How many times do you get lost in your thoughts thinking about your life about your problems,
isn't it the same?
Why should you do it now?
I was convinced that I was in constant contact with myself,
with what I wanted,
with what I dreamed of.
It was not like this.
I often suffered because what I wanted was so far away,
so I tried to change plans,
find better ways,
I tried to have control of the situation but things never went as I hoped,
so I tried harder and harder but it still happened something that blew plans and I felt terrible.
I was broken.
The first time I was alone with myself was in August,
I was locked up in the lift,
without a purse or a phone,
I had gone to the cellar to get a box of water and the building was empty.
The emergency intervention took two hours,
I was dying of heat,
but I had water.
I saw my face in the mirror,
I felt contempt,
I saw myself horrible,
ugly,
adrift,
but all that fighting for what?
I judged myself because I couldn't do better and if I did,
others didn't see it.
I was in a maze of judgment,
unhappiness,
frustration,
but that maze was me.
I felt pain,
deep,
psychological pain and then came physical pain.
For the first time I looked at myself completely accepting myself as I was,
with all the confusion I carried inside but also observing all those parts that were in balance instead,
I simply saw me without judgement.
I had spent a period of my life denigrating myself,
my choices,
my character,
telling myself that it was my fault for having remained in situations that hurt me,
and opposing this,
to ME.
Then I realized that I simply had to learn about everything I wanted to get rid of,
everything I condemned,
embrace it with compassion,
understand it and accept it.
The road wasn't judgment but acceptance,
only in that way would I break those patterns that kept me imprisoned and I had to do it lovingly.
Transformation comes through acceptance,
opposing only leads to staying in the labyrinth and fighting forever.
Take a time to undress completely and be with you…
Your life will start to change if you do.
Taking time to be alone with yourself isn't always a walk in the park,
it will often hurt a lot but there is no healing without pain so bless that too because if you try it,
you're changing...
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