People live escaping from the rain, trying not to get wet, not to ruin their shoes, not to screw up their hair. But from time to time we don't arm ourselves with madness, we embrace the lucidity of that moment and jump into puddles, we soak our soul, we get drunk in that oil of nature that we are ourselves. "
And then it happens
that on any day
you run into winter
head-on with the
melancholy, and you
give to look at the sky,
for losing yourself in it,
until you feel that you are
there, up, being
cloud or drizzle.
I like to look at the sky; and every time I see it I think about the same thing: what beauty what perfection. One day I started to think beyond that, and I realized something that is actually very obvious but had never crossed my mind, “the sky is so different every day, and yet it is always beautiful”.
unburden yourself. here it is safe, here you can be you and let the current of your river run its course.
They say that you need to be disoriented,
and again,
to know who are you
above all,
find that cardinal point
where we all dream of arriving.
And there,
learn from our mistakes,
scare our fears,
and enjoy your crazy things
I believe that every book you read changes you; change what you think, what you say, how you act and the way you see the world. If a book does not change something about you, it will fail as a book.
I thank you, not only because you were there when there were rainbows, but from the beginning when you danced with me in the rain.
That moment when you finish reading a book, you look around you, and you realize that everyone is busy in their lives. And … you, you just suffered an emotional trauma from a book.
You like poetry. You are a girl who revives with the love stories in the books. You walk through the world without finding meaning in your existence and suddenly you get depressed and You admit that you are anxious, insecure, and doubtful of good intentions because you always give yourself completely.
You like poetry. You are a girl who revives with the love stories in the books. You walk through the world without finding meaning in your existence and suddenly you get depressed and You admit that you are anxious, insecure, and doubtful of good intentions because you always give yourself completely.
Crys