This is a very sentimental post...
A post that is coming for the deep part of my touched heart...
That is going to talk about something that always disgust me...
And I never though I will hear close to me...
I always though, and still think, that one day I will like to make and ONG for women, with the propose of training us to become a wiser partner chooser. To help us as women, to have a space where to think when the feeling overwhelm us.
I still don't know when I will do it, but I wish I already had it.
Because every time I read a news about some woman being kill, hurt, torture by the male partner I stay amuse, with no words and with unexplainable tears on my eyes, thinking how come these things happen?
How can a woman end up in such situation? how can a man even think of hiting a woman or kid in such a way, just for being full of anger?
I don't have an answer to this questions, neither a possible clue of what is behind... And by writing this lines, I'm not trying to answer them... I might be trying only to spread the message, with the hope that maybe on of this men will read it and will stop doing such a thing.
Or maybe there will be a woman that will also read it early enough not to face such a moment. Anyway...this post has no other propose than to let me leave the idea that is going around my brain right now.
Vero.
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Thursday, August 13, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
The chronics of the energy
Because I received a request to make the post in English. And it was from a special person, here we are:
A random day, an energy meets its opposite one, in a rugged life event, or at least let's call it that way...
The feeling that is beating on the heart is the sensation of running away, but it soon becomes a difficult task, because the attraction that exist is beyond the comprehension, and even before it can be rationalized, the energies are stirring, like lovers in a calm night surrounded with stars and candles which instead of lighting, are fueling the desire.
Is a weird way to meet, being in a place where one should not be, seeing what should not be seen, looking for something that should be kept hidden... Dancing with the rhythm of questions with empty answers, with enclosing silence and uncomfortable moments.
Always there, seduce by each other, without a touch. Staying close enough to produce the heat of a presence and at the same time apart enough to keep their edges apart. There is no music, but if someone could see them from outside, will easily declare that they are dancing at the same pace, like if a whispered serenade strikes softly their ears... trala la la laaa
But that is just the story of the energy that flows way before the mass start a movement. Is the story of the energy that has no boundaries and therefore moves around with the freedom of the wind and reacts with a really simple impulse, without waiting for a bunch of reasons that show the right way.
The mass stays still without making noise or word, trying to understand the rhythm. Trying to hold the uncontainable energy, closing the eyes with the inner hope of not seeing what is going on. With one only true thought: the trace of the energy can always be hidden, transformed, changed... because is a fine, delicate, subtle trace.
In the silence of the room, the mass becomes the only witness, turning the head around as the sign of a lovely father that wants to negates the fact that his daughter is giving herself completely to the man whom she decide to call "the man of her life".
A random day, an energy meets its opposite one, in a rugged life event, or at least let's call it that way...
The feeling that is beating on the heart is the sensation of running away, but it soon becomes a difficult task, because the attraction that exist is beyond the comprehension, and even before it can be rationalized, the energies are stirring, like lovers in a calm night surrounded with stars and candles which instead of lighting, are fueling the desire.
Is a weird way to meet, being in a place where one should not be, seeing what should not be seen, looking for something that should be kept hidden... Dancing with the rhythm of questions with empty answers, with enclosing silence and uncomfortable moments.
Always there, seduce by each other, without a touch. Staying close enough to produce the heat of a presence and at the same time apart enough to keep their edges apart. There is no music, but if someone could see them from outside, will easily declare that they are dancing at the same pace, like if a whispered serenade strikes softly their ears... trala la la laaa
But that is just the story of the energy that flows way before the mass start a movement. Is the story of the energy that has no boundaries and therefore moves around with the freedom of the wind and reacts with a really simple impulse, without waiting for a bunch of reasons that show the right way.
The mass stays still without making noise or word, trying to understand the rhythm. Trying to hold the uncontainable energy, closing the eyes with the inner hope of not seeing what is going on. With one only true thought: the trace of the energy can always be hidden, transformed, changed... because is a fine, delicate, subtle trace.
In the silence of the room, the mass becomes the only witness, turning the head around as the sign of a lovely father that wants to negates the fact that his daughter is giving herself completely to the man whom she decide to call "the man of her life".
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