There and then

It seems that when I'm in a new place
I feel inside a dream
I race, I run, I discover
Always in a sweet hurry
It seems that only then
It's when I move according to my racing heart
My spirit flutters inside
Like a trapped bird
And in those days
I finally let go
I don't expect, I don't stumble
I just search for myself
In little dusty corners, in spaces of delight
And finally, even if just for a second,
Breathe deeply.

when all you need is a pillow of sleep when a powder of dreams is all you sniff

Creta...

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St Kevin and the Blackbird

St Kevin and the Blackbird

And then there was St Kevin and the blackbird.
The saint is kneeling, arms stretched out, inside
His cell, but the cell is narrow, so

One turned-up palm is out the window, stiff
As a crossbeam, when a blackbird lands
and Lays in it and settles down to nest.

Kevin feels the warm eggs, the small breast, the tucked
Neat head and claws and, finding himself linked
Into the network of eternal life,

Is moved to pity: now he must hold his hand
Like a branch out in the sun and rain for weeks
Until the young are hatched and fledged and flown.

*

And since the whole thing's imagined anyhow,
Imagine being Kevin. Which is he?
Self-forgetful or in agony all the time

From the neck on out down through his hurting forearms?
Are his fingers sleeping? Does he still feel his knees?
Or has the shut-eyed blank of underearth

Crept up through him? Is there distance in his head?
Alone and mirrored clear in Love's deep river,
'To labour and not to seek reward,' he prays,

A prayer his body makes entirely
For he has forgotten self, forgotten bird
And on the riverbank forgotten the river's name.

Ziduri si trepte

Viata este facuta din alegerile pe care le facem si din alegerile pe care nu le facem.Vax!Si totusi...
Prefer sa aleg decat sa aleaga altii pentru mine.Apoi, cel mai bine este sa te superi pe tine. Cateodata o rafuiala cu propria persoana este constructiva.
As vrea ca in fiecare zi sa ne luam un minut in care sa constientizam importanta sanatatii. Cat o avem, sa stingem tigara, sa bem paharul ala cu apa, sa spalam un mar, sa alergam in parc si sa uitam de carnuri. 
Este postul Pastelui. Sa mancam mai corect, sa fim mai corecti. Cu noi si cu ceilalti. Nu spun sa fim mai buni. Am realizat ca omul bun este bun si punct. Nu prea iti dezvolti bunatatea. Oamenii buni se simt intre ei. Cred eu.
Trebuie sa poti sa spargi multe ziduri ca sa gasesti bunatatea intr-un om care iti pare esential rau.
La fel, este greu sa spargi zidul de oameni buni ca sa poti ataca un om bun. Asa ca trebuie sa ne alegem bine zidul uman.
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