Monica Rocafforte Free

Very few real words exchanged every day, very little. Maybe falling in love there be that to finally start talking. Maybe it does opens a book to finally begin to hear. Christian Bobin

an overwhelming encounter Drunk
My heart was transformed to infinity
Pretending to fate, an elegant
Correspondence with the soul of life.

Addition of words entwined softness
Fleura now a breeze,
quickened heart beat,
Attis's grace that bet.

Powerless before the flood of love
Who explode in the den of my senses
lost my mind around.
My body, he was inundated with Essence.

My words he climbed from my heart with rapture disturbed
said in the open:
Miss Tinker, let me show you what
your wings are not so unreal ...

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"If you feel that you are too small to make a difference, try sleeping with a mosquito ... and see which one prevents the other to sleep. " The Dalai Lama

Living his truth seeking the noble truths,
way in life which lies fled
The surface gives way the spiritual,
boundaries yield to a single Earth
colors fade into one Heart.

Always on our wire tightrope, balancing the World advances in amateur caressing the idea that at every step, we are a little more right without realizing that everything is close. But his ego prevents him from feeling the overwhelming burden undermining our filament. He is blind and does not see his greedy termites devour everything inside ...

And I continued on my way to my truth the search for noble truths. I run after the tenderness and softness in the face of sex, naively believing that a princess will read the letters of perfume.

Sex illusion of the senses, intoxicate the body. The displays facial tenderness of the soul. The sweetness comes together with the sensitivity and alchemy creates a bluish Aura. Man still seeking development, is brought to one day leave this beastly side to rise and become a spiritual being: our Holy Grail.