REBOUND (evening is best)
It was a strong desire to leave, to visit all corners of the heart ....
Dear friends, I'm back among you. This time the posts that follow are five, not three as usual. On the other hand are almost two years that I do not write on this blog. Even the last time I did, I put forward a reason for my long silence.
I have often thought that poetry exists only in the minds of some humans. Sometimes they came to believe that (call them poets, artists, whatever you want) to be forgotten by an alien flying saucer landed the mists of time. Then
better reflect and think about the great power that has memory. Man is that if you do not forget the past. The suffering can be the bearer of humanity.
what I am today, for example, I have too many people. I have met angels and devils. Some people there who gave me gold instead I threw mud at him. Yet I feel that I thank them all.
Somehow each of them has allowed me to understand who they are.
This is not an easy road for any of us. It seems to be as many protagonists of a story that you do not know the narrator. Who is he? Will God? It will be the fate? It will be the case? There will be a plan behind all this?
I think we were often taken from delusions of grandeur. There are those who want to become a narrator at all costs putting the personal fate to that of all humanity. But there are those who, in their small, can cause enormous suffering ... there is no need to become storytellers for it.
Memories are often a key. Because even those who now a gun, who also sells the bodies of people, even those who make politics an instrument of terror, even those who are not afraid to rape too fragile minds ... was once innocent. Some people might have a soul
blind and unable to look inside. Unfortunately for them the way to the initial project has now been lost. But if we all had the ability to remember, to return children to empathize, to clothe ourselves with humility and simplicity, then maybe this great missing call "poetry" will see it again.
This evening I tried it and found myself in the path to utopia ... ... ... ... ..
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