@Nico91
Hope has two sons: fear and courage. The fear that comes from the reality of things, the courage that comes when you have the desire to change it.
@Nico91
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A long time ago, on a sad winter day, a boy of about 8 years old, alone and shivering from the cold, was sitting on a bench in the garden of a city. He must have been very cold, because the coat on him was thin, and the trousers had two big holes at the knees! - Her lips were aubergine and her thin face was yellow as wax. She must have been very upset, because she was crying and from time to time she looked up at the SKY covered with clouds. Many had passed by him without caring about him. - Once upon a time, an old gentleman approached him and said to him in a warm voice: "What are you doing there, little one? - Are you waiting for someone? Yes, sir, said the little boy. I am waiting for GOD to come and look for me. - What do you mean, cutie! are you sick Do you think you're going to die? No, but last year, HE sent for my father and my youngest brother to have them in HIS house in HEAVEN. - And yesterday, at the hospital, my mother told me like this, that she is also leaving there and that GOD will not leave me in any way. Now, he adds, drowning in tears, I have no one to hug me and feed me. And look, it's been so long since I look up at HEAVEN, to see if GOD is coming, but I see nothing. - However, GOD will come of course, if I wait for him a little longer, Isn't that so, sir? Yes, dear child, said the gentleman, wiping away her tears. No one waits for GOD in vain! - HE sent me to take care of you. Come with me, I won't let you go without anything. The little boy's eyes shone with joy. And on his face there was light, like a flash of victory. - He said happily, wiping his tears, I knew well, he said, that GOD would come, or send someone, because my mother never told lies. - But how late you were on your way and how long I had to wait for you! MORAL! - "Do not leave your hand outstretched, because even God will not leave you in the day of your trouble"! - "Share your bread with the hungry, for this pleases Me, says the Lord".
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In Ancient Greece, Socrates had a great reputation for wisdom. One day someone came to the great philosopher and said: - Do you know what I just heard about your friend? - Just a moment, answered Socrates. Before you tell me, I'd like to test your three sites. - The three sites? - Yes, continued Socrates. Before you say anything about others, it's good to take the time to filter what you mean. I call it the three site test. The first sieve is truth. Have you checked if what you want to tell me is true? - No, I just heard it. - Very good! So you don't know if it's true. We continue with the second sieve, that of KINDNESS. What do you want to tell me about my friend, is it good? - Oh no! On the contrary. - So, asked Socrates, you want to tell me bad things about him, and you are not even sure that they are true? Maybe you can still pass the test of the third sieve, that of UTILITY. Is it useful to know what you will tell me about this friend? - Not realy. - So, said Socrates, what you were going to tell me is neither true, nor good, nor useful. Then why did you want to tell me this? Gossip is a bad thing. At first it may seem pleasant and fun, but in the end, it fills our hearts with bitterness and poisons us too!
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Come on please....give yourself some attention...give yourself the smile you deserve and lost by paying attention to those who didn't deserve it...sometimes there is nothing to save...when they decide to leave you Save yourself...from sadness..from melancholy.. of loneliness. Read a new book...create another story, get emotional in front of a sunset... reinvent yourself and remember your little moments of happiness ..those you photographed with your eyes and those you hold in your heart. That heart that was always too big and always beating too hard.just like you...because you..you are strong even if you don't think so...especially when you don't So come on...put on that favorite lipstick and smile....life can surprise you beautifully again!
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And even if the beauty of our soul is considered naivety. And even if our sensitivity is considered weakness. And even if kindness is considered stupidity. And even if honesty is often punished. And even if trust is not often betrayed. And even if forgiveness is not rewarded with other mistakes. And even if the respect offered is treated with inconsideration. And even if we don't always get what they offer. And even if he doesn't respond to your love sometimes with indifference or hatred. Despite all this, let them not remain good, beautiful, sensitive, naive and sincere! Let's continue to believe with all the strength of my heart in people, in beauty, in goodness, in friendship and in love.
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The suffering of your heart and the suffering of your mind will never be the same. The indifference to suffering of your mind is the best proof. Accepting suffering from your heart is the best proof. The difference between suffering of the heart and suffering of the mind is as follows: The suffering of the mind escapes from the cage of the body, The suffering of the heart lingers in the life of reality.
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There are people who would destroy you, finish you with spite, hatred and selfishness! But there are also people who would collect you from below, collect every piece of you with respect and shyness, make you whole and put you in the dearest place in their heart! So don't pay attention to the malice of some, but enjoy the respect, love, love and sympathy of others! If you put the malice of the bad to your heart, then where do you put the goodness of the good!
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One last crow of the roosters Under the heavy and leaden clouds And the cold rain until dawn, Why are you leaving, autumn? Stay. When the wind plucked the leaves, They left the branches empty The earth, kissing stepfather, Why are you leaving, autumn? Stay. And scratchy mornings Wearing robes of glory, After afternoons lost in the fog, Why are you leaving, autumn? Stay. When the first timid flakes turn And I am sad in the late moments, I wish I could stop you Why are you leaving, autumn? Stay still.❄️♥️
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One day you will realize that it is not worth consuming yourself for anything, that everything is fleeting, especially life, and that it is useless to darken your days by making hundreds of thoughts about what situations you wonder. You will realize that it is not a myth and that problems, no matter how twisted they may seem, also pass. You will see that the light at the end of the tunnel really exists, despite the fact that the road you traveled to reach it was long and difficult. You will realize that they are people who cannot be changed and that in the short time you interact with them, you will have to accept them as they are and stop trying to explain anything. And, most importantly, you will realize how important it is to live each day as it is, to understand that as long as you are healthy you should not care about anything else, to live as you feel and doing what brings you happiness. Laugh out loud, cry if you want, let loose, but be aware that nothing in this world can bring you down if you don't let it. Treat every weight with a peaceful heart, take everything step by step and remember that no one can bring you to your knees except You.
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Decent and resigned, I sit down to wait, and when the impotence of the present envelops me, I send my soul to the wanderings of childhood, to find a little relief and patience. I put myself in a guilty dream, to shelter myself from so many fatigues. I'm tired of losing dear people, I'm tired of being bombarded daily with news that softens your knees, I'm tired of not being able to, even though I want to, I'm tired of listening to the steps of time as they keep moving away from me, taking with all my energy. . I have the decency to be silent in a carousel of youth, I step aside, I have attended the courses of so many manuals of suffering, this makes me take a step back to look with wisdom at the beautiful and crazy youth of our present day. Let's not be selfish, when we were like them, with the world at our feet and our heads in the clouds. Once we don't allow that, after which we sometimes start swimming against the current. They are many, we are few, we filter each other easily, easily and in silence until the void becomes our home. A void of loneliness, helplessness and unhappiness filled too rarely and too little by the state of little for them but enormously much.
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There are some people who twist their stars and match others in their souls where they are lacking. I put a corner of their star into another star. I call them star people. They stand out from the rest precisely because they shine. They are different. They are special. It is enough just to feel them and you can never give them up because you depend on their clear Sky. These people are rare, very rare. No other ins would be willing to give you pieces of his star. They do it. I do this because I know that pieces make a whole. And I also know that, giving from the stars, in the sky of their hearts.
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Sometimes....you feel like a piece of glass in a crystal world....you feel that all the thoughts on earth gather inside you...and you don't want anything....just... .Quiet...quiet to listen to your thoughts ....to listen to the whispers of your dreams ...the stories of the soul ...the heartbeat.
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So many waves hurt us and so many souls cry out to us... With chains we bind ourselves to the shore, and reality compels us Let's be better, following the light to another realm in infinity... How I wish I could feel your gaze, lost in an unknown! We unknowingly anchored ourselves to the voices of a whisper, When the stars cry for your longing and wander into another night. But, my dreams stopped and the winters always gnaw me, I feel loved only by silence, which burns in the heavens my thought. I will lose the May flowers, among the nameless planets, And with diamond loves I will build you another world. With the dawn of the last leaves I run towards the mornings of longing Let me tell you that the oblivion died in the last thrill. And yet your voice calls me, I find it without wanting to, At a spring wounded by the wind, from which I no longer want to drink. If the universe knew that I was suffering, it would give me another way of reconciliation, He would stop you in my eyes, so that I don't feel the moment that hurts me. My love with a small step, looks into silver waves, He wets his lips with the rain that seeps into the ground. Only shackled hands touch your whole being, Without knowing that winter is coming and in my soul your longing snowed me.
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One day we will all go on a free trip. Do not worry about the ticket reservation, it is confirmed. This flight always leaves on time. Luggage is our good deeds. The passport is our faith and the visa is love. Make sure that, when the time comes, you will travel to Heaven in first class.
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When you want to be truly happy, stop looking for beautiful packaging and try to find someone who really cares about your soul and who is not afraid to tell you that he loves you and misses you every day . Someone who knows you're not perfect but still treats you like you are. Someone whose biggest fear is losing you. But to have the power to give you freedom knowing that you will know how to manage it. Someone who can make your heart smile when it has forgotten how to. Someone who can tell you that they love you without saying a word. Through body language and simple glances. Sincere looks from the heart. Someone to complete you, not someone to complicate you. And most importantly, find someone who will be happy to wake up next to you even if the years pass you by. Someone who will love you just as much despite the white strands in your hair or the wrinkles on your forehead or in the corners of your eyes. Someone who will love you more and more with each passing day. But always different. Someone to prove to you that true love still exists, someone to be yours. Just yours. With good and bad. But with whom to feel fulfilled. Fulfilled and happy.
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There is that category of frustrated with life, quarreling with life, hungry for life, jealous of life, yes... not theirs, but yours! There are those people who, as soon as they open their eyes, feel the need to poison someone's soul... They cannot live peacefully unless they cause pain... They cannot quench their thirst except with the tears of others... They do not live a second for them, they don't even know the meaning of their own happiness and they have the impression that the whole Universe is against them! That is why they are focused, only on that dark side, not seeing anything good, around! It's like they were born from a snake and their only purpose is to spit venom! No matter how much you try to avoid it, a day still comes when it bites you, without thinking that it is possible and only the kindness of your soul can save you! That saying, "God gives you, but he doesn't put it in your pocket!"... He gave you a soul, you carry it carefully among people, because at every corner, there is a shadow.
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Sometimes, like this, around midnight, When insomnia urges me to watch over fate, I put wings on my soul and let it soar, Where the candle of love, longing, lights it at night. The stars twinkle lazily. Moon shakes her robe. Sparks of fireflies, light up the whole earth. And following the path that the fireflies illuminate, As if in a story, I make out the voice of the grandmother. The voice leads me to the shed. With guards by the gate, big bat bushes. All around the spree, beginning at the threshold of the gate, Clumps of the queen of the night are wafting my way. I bend down as if in thought and look shyly out the window. In the dim light of the lamp I see her. She is so beautiful! He sits on the bench and spins from a white wool notebook. In the power of the night, the face seems to be a fairy face. I knock on the window. He looks up and stares in amazement. The spindle that escapes in a hurry, has no time to untie. He picks it up and pulls another thread from the white notebook And spinning in the night, circles are drawn in the air. Suddenly, a light pours over the house. Leisurely lighting up the beautiful garden as well. In the light of the pale night, out of nowhere it rains And, until I blink once, everything around me disappears. Was it a dream...? Was it ever...? Or was it just a trick...? It was a dream. And I let him go with the night among the stars. That's the only way I can feel, that from the road among the stars My grandmother's soul is a candle in my night.
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Tell winter not to come, there's too much summer in me I have only planted the shoots which, look, are leafing, Living leaves, like tears, turning green with sap I go out, from my rib, outside and in the winds I dance. What is winter looking for in me, its cold knocks on my temples, I hear her and I'm afraid of all her little shit, As a passage to death chanced to happen, When life rises in me and urges me to laugh more. Let me sing some more, shake my years off my shoulders, under my skin, To dress in immortality and light a cigarette, To put the wind in my lapels and to let out stars in my eyes And with outstretched arms the whole world to embrace.
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I think people can't look! You can't forget who, one day, made you smile, made your heart beat faster, or made you shed a tear. The way we look at them changes, the place they occupy in our souls, in our lives, yes! But don't look! There are people who entered our lives tiptoeing and left the same way. And others who left us a big mess, who turned our lives and plans upside down. There are people who, despite these things, are still part of our lives. I don't forget anyone. I don't forget who, even for a short time, traveled by my side, on the road of life. If they did, it means that fate wanted me to meet them, before moving on.
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No matter how much joy or pain awaits us... There is no end to the path... And tomorrow, for man, is not what it was yesterday... Only change is eternal in the world... When you see the curtain of stars stretched out... The sky you look at every day... It tries your feelings... That you don't know what to call... From beautiful DREAMS you make a goal in LIFE... And look for the WAY to fulfill them.
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Lord, I have a confession to make: I made a lot of mistakes to get right, but with each fall I became wiser. I have judged others unfairly, but I have opened my eyes more to understand. I cried and cried out helplessly, but I got up of my own will. I wandered through undesirable places, but returned home with tired legs. I thought everything that flies is eaten, when in fact I hadn't grown up yet. I trod through puddles and through mud, but I washed away with streaming tears. I came far into a place full of vanity, but I turned back from the way, for it was a stranger to me. I fought with my thoughts a lot, but I surrendered, because my heart didn't want to fight. I flew with pride on high and steep peaks, but I woke up a bird with broken wings. I lost myself in the fleeting things of the world, until the day when a nightingale began to sing to me. I sought the riches of this world, but where I sought was only gold turned to dust. I stopped complaining and learned to get up laughing.
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No one will wake you up in the morning to tell you how wonderful you are and that you deserve the best. No one will knock on your door to bring you happiness. No one will pull you by the hand or push you from behind to direct your steps to the straight path. No one will fight in your place for your success and your happiness. No one will fly in your place, just as no one will crash in your place. Yes, you have a lot to do. You have a life to live. You have to run, to fly, to fight. For you. For what you deserve.
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If you knew what happiness looks like, you would try to find it everywhere... She still waits, little one, among fears and mistrust and says nothing... She touches you gently and plants hope in your soul... She caresses your forehead and -kisses your crown and puts a smile on your face... She takes the burden off your shoulders and smooths the way you walk... And she still waits... Shy, she wakes you up at dawn, with a ray of the sun... And he leaves you for a while, to dance among the clouds... And he's still waiting... If you knew what happiness looks like, you wouldn't let go of his arms... He's next to you and yet, no you see her!
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I never lost by forgiving. It is true that I have forgiven people who hurt me very badly, who never asked for forgiveness and who never even regretted wronging me. But by forgiving them, I gained a free and peaceful soul, undisturbed by sad memories of the past, regrets, frustrations and pains. I never lost believing in God. It is true that sometimes I did not understand the undeserved hardships I had to go through, but at the same time it proved to me that every problem has a solution, that every trial has its purpose, that after every end there is another beginning, that after every pain there is a consolation, that after every loss of self follows a recovery, that after every failure follows a success.
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I wanted to write a poem, but I had experienced all the emotions, all the tears not like long ago it doesn't even matter the reason, I cried the last metaphors. There was nothing left to write in me. I was a big gap! The footsteps took me to a pawn shop where I found an abandoned love. The autumn sun was burning her on a dusty shelf. How poor to be to pawn the most precious feeling, love? My pockets were empty, but I proposed a trade. I pledged my life so I can live it. It was a fair exchange, for a love of a weekend. I still live her laugh, the echo of a few footsteps, lips still carry the perfume of her body. Now there are only tears between us who should write them who can read them anymore? I asked an old man if he knew the answer? Only those who truly love I can write them and those who touched the heart in a sublime love I can read them. Making every tear a sweet or bitter drink, for the soul - he told me. I was silent! One day I passed by happiness!
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You are the most beautiful woman in the world.. I look at the white paper, the dot that flickers intermittently, trying to give life to a worn-out cliché, to turn these banal words into a sincere comfort. I don't believe in ugly women, I've always said it, I believe that if you know how to look where you need to, every woman has a captivating beauty. And yet…. You are the most beautiful woman in the world. You are the most beautiful woman in the world because in your eyes the sunrise looks different. Because no matter what is weighing you down, you always find the strength to smile. I looked at you happy, nervous, disappointed, with tears in my eyes. There were so many storms in your soul that only you know how you stayed standing. But every time you raised your head, wiped your nose and smiled. You smiled as the most beautiful woman in the world smiles. Captivating, seductive, killing my every trace of resistance. I remember when I met you many years ago...actually I've known you since I've known myself... Sunburnt, extremely thin, with an infectious childish laugh. Your air of a rebellious teenager, with your nose up, unapproachable, for whom you have to build at least one statue to impress her, then mature, a woman in all her nature, you became a mother and remained with that air of a teenager. And so you remained until today. You are the most beautiful woman in the world because you are a perfect mother, and in my eyes the uniqueness and beauty of a woman comes from the unconditional sacrifice, the dedication she puts in when most would think of what is best for They. I have admired you for so long and you continue to surprise me. You always invent something, somehow, to turn yourself into the best friend of the kids, who have now become adults too, even if I know that sometimes you come home "faced" with fatigue. And in my eyes this makes you the most beautiful woman in the world.... There is a side of your soul and heart that few know, I saw it and fell in love with it. By you. Because you are the most beautiful woman in the world.
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Open your eyes and let my eyelid sweet, my kiss on her to sleep when my heart longs and sings between the lines, come, move your heart to me in your thoughts and let my thought dream beside your thought, and come near me...come to my poem!
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Sometimes I miss people who talked for a while with my soul....I miss them and feel a void in my soul....I don't know what's missing....Maybe this is life's way of remembering that the years pass and leave traces.... they don't erase anything, they don't change anything... they just teach you to look at "memories" from a different perspective, to understand their meaning.... or maybe just confuse your mind even more great....Human feelings are as uncertain as journeys...you never know where they will take you...some have a safe destination, some end before they begin......and some last a little but enough for a lifetime.
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I still dream, even if the stars in the sky are no longer visible ... I'm still looking in wonder, even today it's gray, the splendor of the sky... I forget my falls and lose the string of high flights...
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I have the impression that only I suffer, that all the suffering of this world is concentrated in me, that only I have the right to suffer, although I realize that there are even more terrible sufferings... I feel so impressed in the face of suffering that I almost lose myself all the courage. And I lose it, because I don't understand why there is suffering in the world.
