Marco opened the door of his house at 6 o'clock in the morning, returning from his remarkable work ... 8 hours spent in the great fire burning in fireplaces whose purpose is still hidden .. It is said that the heat generated by those fires served to feed the radiator of the study of a well-known and famous politician .. there are those who recounted seeing strange people in suits dancing around a pagan idols in hidden rooms in the basement ...
Marco worked there because a billboard had invited him to make alchemical experience there.
His house was empty, assured him the smell of incense, put his jacket was ugly per regalare agli affamati secchioni dell'immondizia che si ingrassavano sotto casa, si tolse gli occhiali e camminò piano.. si tolse le scarpe come faceva sempre per non svegliarla e aprì la rumorosa porta della camera sollevandola un pò da terra per non rovinare quel silenzio.
Non volle neanche accendere la luce, quel buio lo confortava... immaginava di vederla dormire silenziosa nella parte del letto più vicina alla luna...
Il cuore tremava, il fiato faticava ad uscire dai polmoni come se il cuore fosse cresciuto a dismisura impedendo ai polmoni di gonfiarsi e pompare aria al cervello...
Il cervello rimase senza aria e non potè formulare i pensieri, il cuore dominava l'animo e il corpo fisico e si ustionò a contatto con quella lack so strong ...
Then Mark got up, turned on the light to fix that void, it looked like a puzzle ... and where before there was only fear and regret, that image became so rough a wonderful book in which to learn.
- That's where the spirituality in this concrete thing, this pillow is still swollen and in this absence so strong ... absorbed all kinds of conception from the mind and heart is not spiritual if not end with a gesture .. with concrete action that explains, defends the concept that far too many times waved to the world ..
Spirituality, whether emotional depth compensates gaps that resonate with the law the universe, making us feel more entangled, capable, full of desire ... but then I turn around and everything I want there .. happiness took a plane running away from me that I loved her ...
gestures are required dear Mark, and now without too much crying on an error, an illness, a brake, do not you be glad of the opportunity that was due but you have been given ... that, finally, to prove yourself, you and the world famous walking path is to do .. not telling to walk. Marco
sank into bed .. repeating that nothing is lost and that she was the first thing is showing both in practice means to love, be walking.
sighed, and embraced in his heart away, kissed her between the dreams and stroked his cheek ... what's inside of me, what I feel for you my angel, you will find the courage to be ... humbly, unconditionally, increasingly, what makes life worth living this wonderful life in this body for a very different energy than those of fear and regret ...
Spirituality will smile to light the darkness, be daparte to pass oxygen revitalizing, supporting every spark of beauty that gives your glow in the world.
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