🍁💚Last summer...

🍁💚Last summer I lost someone immensely important to me.

I am not a woman of easy affections, 

I do not become attached to anyone: 

my good has a disconcerting depth which has consequences that are rooted in "forever" and I never dedicate it to those who do not know how to welcome it

The soul that now inhabits another dimension and that will live eternally in my memories made this world still worth living: 

it was good, 

clean, 

clear.

He knew how to give reality those shades of enchantment that belong to fairy tales in which, 

out of fear, 

you no longer believe.

She taught me a lot, 

sometimes even without speaking.

I owe her so much, 

sometimes I wish I could hug her again.

One of the most important moral legacies that I hold close to me in the legacy of her thought is the awareness of the sacredness of the Time that life grants us.

This very precious time of ours that we too often throw away amidst anger, 

problems that are magnified for no reason, 

useless and senseless people, 

toxic situations, 

parasites of energy and good emotions.

I chose to live it with the same eagerness as someone who drinks from a source of fresh water after experiencing the desert,

greedily.

And with boundless gratitude.

Those who have lived with me for a long time now find it difficult to recognize me.

I no longer get angry, 

except for profound and humanly felt causes.

I no longer indulge in chatter that lasts hours and leads to nothing without a solution.

I distance myself from those who do not know that their word is more important than a signature on a piece of paper.

Yet I fight more than before.

But my wars have peace as their ultimate goal.

And the good.

Let it be selfishly mine

or tenderly of the people I love

or of the hearts I encounter on my path.

I talk for hours with those who believe in the power of a caress.

I deny even the most banal explanation to those who confuse my kindness with stupidity.

I thank you every day for every breath.

Because each step marks the notes of a prayer that can become a miracle if we build our path correctly, without becoming poison for the lives of others.

Now I recognize myself.

And I owe it to the smile of those who never gave up.

In the heart of those who, 

after all, have never left this life.

With gratitude.

With immense love.

With the fragility of those who, 

in a mistake, 

will always see an opportunity to fly again

and in every success an opportunity to share a dream and a hug.

One more... 

never the last.

Eternally. 

Now... 

💚💖💗💕💘💓💞💝