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Silly game

Wet in the night
a damp star
suffering…

some pulls
like a dying animal
no more tears…

was hope in vain
a fake wedding
grass in a grave…

silly silence
played by a grown baby
only a blade in an heart…

Layer

There was a nice girl
she was spinning in the space
her hair all around

she is there now
waiting for me to dance
a smile in her face

quick I go
her heart is laughing
how can I not be happy?

On God and us

The task of each of us is to to seek God
Leaving this to priests or to a church brings misfortune

Yin and Yang

We do not understand life
They abuse of a power that God has not given them.

Hercules and Antaeus

What do you think about Hercules and Antaeus and their fight Sheila?

Antonio del Pollaiolo

Hercules is a positive symbol, strength with intelligence, and no brute force like Antaeus.
This is exactly what happens in Tai Chi Carlo, what you do? You lift up the diaphragm to move the other energetically. Antaeus is a strong man, he must use the ground to be strong, what does a Tai Chi master with strong people? He lifts them up pulling up the diaphragm and inverting their ground polarity. So this is the ancient Tai Chi statement: lift several pounds with only some oz of weigh.
More deeply Antaeus is our external way of acting, our muscles and strength stupid approach to life, Hercules lifts to the sky his Antaeus part, he reverses it and wins in himself his ego side freeing his energy.

I‘ll wait her

Carlo, she will never be back…
I‘ll wait her with a smile

Carlo, she says she love one other…
I‘ll wait her with my tyger nails out

Carlo, she lives too far…
I‘ll wait her with a flight ticket in my pocket

Carlo, she is too young…
I‘ll wait her with my young foolishness

Carlo, she is no good for you…
I‘ll wait her with my kisses ready

Carlo, she… oh, I give up
I‘ll wait her with a rose,
she is deep in my heart

You

You are always near me,
pure love,
pure smile.
The pain was so great that I had to stop
and you where here
waiting I discovered you.

A star

A bright star shines in the night
a dark night need a bright star
o my sweet, I’m the dark night for you

Where God stays

Hell and Heaven are in opposition, they are Yin and Yang, belly and head, are fighting one against the other; the church has brought on this fight with terrible effects on the mental health of the human beings for thousands of years. God can’t conceive such a shame.

Dante puts the loved love of Paolo and Francesca in the Hell and his love for Beatrice in the Heaven. Both are no-loves, both are two faces of the same coin. Carnal, but full of sins feelings the first, ethereal and not lived the second.

“Amor, che a nullo amato amar perdona, mi prese del costui piacer sì forte…”.

“Love, that doesn’t forgive nobody loved, took me a so strong pleasure of him…”

It’s interesting, who loves it’s loved back, from
that we can deduce that who is not loved doesn’t love. (that person).

Often happens that one “doesn’t feel loved” or to think continuosly to one person

The place more forgotten in these thousands years of contrapposition between hell and Heaven it’s the Purgatory, the heart. Nothing against head and belly, but if they are not connected with the heart they are only monsters and they bring us to wars and violence. Present human beings that seem to us so ugly in their ridiculous inveigh and stealing are only humans no more connected to the heart, infernals or heavenly sloppy beins.

Thinking always to a person doesn’t mean we love her/him, only listening to our heart we can understand who we really love and understand who loves us.

One love

Everybody loves one person,
not that one in my mind,
no, can’t be her,
a love can’t be in thoughts,
she is deeply lulled in my heart