"WE WILL NEVER KNOW ..." "EVERYTHING IS USELESS ..." "BUT IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN DONE THIS ..." By now I have lost count of how many people indulge in this type of affirmation! and they don't know how much they harm themselves by doing so, YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT THE STATEMENTS ABOUT yourself and reality HAVE. By now, those who have been following the page for some time know perfectly well how I think about it and what the cornerstones of awakening and... more

The events of our life are generated by our thoughts. Bad thoughts are a concentrate of fears and negative emotions (anger, hatred, jealousy, guilt, despair, etc.), and therefore are very dangerous. A single thought "they do not love me" can cause many serious illnesses, because this fear blocks the Muladhara chakra, the basis of life energy. The fear of not being loved still arises in childhood or rather, in the prenatal period. According to some psychologists, if the mother... more

A princess came to me one dayto kiss me in my sleepIt was already late springa rose was given to meAnd everything got better and betterThe angels gathered in councilA kiss that I then returnedAs agreedYou are my life, my babyMy eyes only look at youAnd I don’t know what to sayI just know you don’t have to goSummer and then autumn and winterthey arrivedOur destinies crossedTwo souls that become oneA magic under the moonA prayer and a poemA love that is magicOn the way flowers and... more

The lyricist turned his gazebeyond a window made of dreamshe drank cider and mingled wordsas if they were the colors of a fresco.The lonely and lost lyricistwith its weary melancholieshe wrote with India inkof love, wisdom and life.The musician looked surprisedfrom the alchemy of a similar poethe found the chord and straight to the brainthe melody stole every secret.The musician master of noteshe composed there and then on a staffand the union of music and wordscarried a beautiful song in the... more

Magic,inevitable magicthat create symmetriesOnly for you.and the memories will fade to lead usto the present, you and me in that instant.Like a light feather you will flylike a sweet poem you will hit me.Jumpsin the deepest seasyou look for me and hideI want you.and the memories will fade to lead usto the present, you and me in that instant.

I had called before arriving at the station. It was raining a lot in Bologna and I expected that the weather situation in Ancona would also be the same. I called my father to ask for a ride home. My mother had replied. “Don't worry” - he said - “As soon as he comes back, I'll tell him, you keep your cell phone close at hand” At the Senigallia station, I decided to call my father for confirmation. My mother will have remembered, I thought, but better make sure.... more