Dance your troubles into Love

You did not teach me
how to tame the storm.
But you taught me
I can always dance
in the rain.
As if it were
always spring,
walking among flowers,
stepping on fresh grass
and cold soil,
hugging an old tree,
feeling the heart of
nature as it beats.
And as her pulse
merges with mine,
my love breaks away
from my arteries,
pumping feelings,
spilling out
in shape of words.
My thoughts are settling,
catching color and form
like a rainbow
over the cloudy skies.
The sun finally 
rises on the peaks
at the same height
with my dreams…
And so, my heart is awaken
by rays of life,
reborn from its own pain.
And it’s ready
to meet your heart
in a sort of waltz,
slipping on the edge of time.
And you ask me
with warm loving eyes,
while I abandon myself
in your embrace
and unmistakable scent:
Would you take this
leap of dance with me?
To ourselves,
to our love,
to US?

Anonymous lines someone wrote to me… Thank you, whoever you are…


How much mystery in your eyes … I can easily lose myself in their intensity, deep blue or deep green as they are… When you are happy, your eyes smile so beautifully… that means you’ve got in you that sensuality smile… You seem to live beautifully because it represents your presence… You seem somehow to bring energy and joy around you with your presence… I don’t know you, but this is how I see you… a woman’s smile… from here the feminine beauty is born…from sensuality… and you beautifully convey that. You certainly describe what you brought with you into this world, through you into this life… a romantic definition of femininity, not static…but energetic, unpredictable, different. Compliments… it is clear that through the discovery of what we live and see, we can read and meet souls like you… and it can all be harmonized in a nice thought … not a poem… there’s nothing special about these lines… they only describe the early birth of a nice thought of you in my mind…

Don’t let yourself Die Slowly…

photoWe all hit rock bottom sometimes, no matter how strong we are, be it or not a usual personality trait of ours, we may all at one point get very down. And then, we somehow instinctively wait for someone, something, somehow to reach a hand to us and grab us from the low.

I found the poem below and every time I read it, I realize there’s no point on wasting time in waiting to be rescued, but working your mind on getting back to the lively optimist mood that gets things done and brings about more beautiful things. No one can change the mood for your, and no one can change things in your life but you. So give this a read:

Die Slowly, Pablo Neruda

He who becomes the slave of habit,
who follows the same routes every day,
who never changes pace,
who does not risk and change the color of his clothes,
who does not speak and does not experience,
dies slowly.

He or she who shuns passion,
who prefers black on white,
dotting ones “it’s” rather than a bundle of emotions, the kind that make your eyes glimmer,
that turn a yawn into a smile,
that make the heart pound in the face of mistakes and feelings,
dies slowly.

He or she who does not turn things topsy-turvy,
who is unhappy at work,
who does not risk certainty for uncertainty,
to thus follow a dream,
those who do not forego sound advice at least once in their lives,
die slowly.

He who does not travel, who does not read,
who does not listen to music,
who does not find grace in himself,
she who does not find grace in herself,
dies slowly.

He who slowly destroys his own self-esteem,
who does not allow himself to be helped,
who spends days on end complaining about his own bad luck, about the rain that never stops,
dies slowly.

He or she who abandon a project before starting it, who fail to ask questions on subjects he doesn’t know, he or she who don’t reply when they are asked something they do know,
die slowly.

Let’s try and avoid death in small doses,
reminding oneself that being alive requires an effort far greater than the simple fact of breathing.

Only a burning patience will lead
to the attainment of a splendid happiness.

Adding life to the past through colors

I discovered yesterday this new artistic trend that has been born in the artistic communities which practically refers to coloring the historic photographs from the late 1800′s and early 1900′s.

Filling with color these photographs somewhat changes our emotional link to history, making it more real, closer to us and helping us connect and understand at the deeper level what the photographs convey in terms of fear, beauty, sadness, happiness, trouble and so on. It changes their appearance from something historic and different, into a scene from today.

The colorful image of Albert Einstein sitting beside the water gives us an entire new perspective on the genius. He goes from a brilliant historic relic, into a living brilliance of our era. The colorized photograph of Audrey Hepburn transforms our thoughts of beauty. It is amazing how adding color to these photographs, also adds more life and meaning to them.

Take a look below on some examples. I find them really powerful!




albert einstein in long island 1939