A story about a story of life...

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There is a time for joy there is a time for sorrow. Someone is born, someone is dying. This is how life goes...
And the beams are dancing.
And the sky is crying, is crying so hard.
I used to say that the sky is crying if someone special dies...And it's raining powerfully...

Someone's voice, someone's eyes...someone's hand caressing the time and vanishing in time.
"I never thought I'll be wondering on the paths of love ..."
The wings of memory - where have you lost a feather? What time? What year? What story?
A heart beat... of love? or fear?
"Sometimes when I couldn't sleep, I used to ask her about the children and all my loved ones"
Why are you running in the wind my feather?
Family. Union. Missing.
"Later on we heard a different song like a happy march from the youngsters."
Playground or play torture?
"And there they were waiting - the emperor and his sons..."
Another story? A story into the story... A fantasy to break the reality. From?
"The prison is obliged by the international laws to bring us to a more favorable regime for the political prisoners"
What? I thought ... I thought this was about...


Life?
It's pouring rain, rain that becomes fog. The wings are wet and heavy. A piece of bread moisten by the rain for the sky birds, left behind for a crusader by a man from Cyrene, named Simon, and they forced him to carry the cross.
"The crucified Jesus didn't correspond with the idea the Jews had about the Messiah. The waited Messiah is the one that will..."
Sacrifice or hope. Just wings many wings too wet and heavy to fly, holding each other into a warm hug. And the wind, a fiercely wind that bit at times feathers, and flesh and bones all at once.
"I only worked for two weeks. In my career as a teacher I have been removed the third time from my class."
A hand guiding another. A note of a song. A book. A calculation and a drawing. All and none for you, yet. Beating wings...harder and harder. More feathers lost...into the past.
"I didn't know what to tell him about all those troubles, but I assured him that God is carrying for us and those we left home."
Eaves, trees, a hollow. No, not a hollow for such a harsh memory- that would be too kind.
Distance again. For how long? How tangled are these paths, God?

"There a bright horizon opened for me - We will leave with all the family...The children were happy because they were children, but we brought with us the blessing of being together."
It has stopped. The rain has stopped. A pause in time to let the wings fly free. Not to touch the sun, but to enjoy its majesty. A rainbow to paint the wings and other wings that learn to fly...to bring peace to the heart.

"We proved that anybody can live these wonderful BIG JOYS the entire life, due to one LOVE to which you discovered the PATHS."
And the wings of memory fly from a moment to another - from a joy to a pain and another birth, re-birth, death.

"And that young man that felt a boundless love for his Princess, that embodied the immortal ideas of Good, Beautiful, Freedom and Truth...holding hands in front of the altar, the young man from before, now in his elderly years, with his Dulcinea they whispered a prayer:
And now release in peace your follower, My Lord, because I have seen your Salvation with my own eyes. Amen!"

Cloudy with clear breaks or silent rain...a feather to hold for those that will come. The time will clear the path and they will hold the memory of a past long, long gone that runs in their blood.


They say only special people die in a Saint day.
To someone special: May God rest your soul in peace!

Another chance

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It happens that for some reason one person is stack in a situation, because she/he needs the money, she/ he needs a shelter, she/ he needs some support, out of outside causes.

I’ll give you an example: Ms. A. Her life was not one of the most wonderful, but if you look at her you wouldn’t see that. Ms. A. is coming from a modest family. She lost her mother when she was quite young, and her father remarried. When her father died too, she and her older sister didn’t know what to do, but their step mother was nice enough to still keep them in the house. They started working very young and in time they moved away in a small rented place. Ms. A dream was too be an athlete. But, she never fulfilled it – because she was always to busy with school or work to spend any time or money training. When her sister got married, and then appeared the baby – she had to move away – it was too crowded for all of them. And the option came from A. boyfriend – to move in with his family, a very wealthy family. She was very happy when this family accepted her – a very poor young woman – that came in their 4 bedrooms house with only one luggage. With the help of her boyfriend father she met some important people that later on became her first clients in her new open small business. She was not an athlete – too old for that – but, she was a very good interior designer. Unfortunately, her relationship with Mr. P, her boyfriend was not that happy. The man was not what he seemed to be – he was sloppy, inappropriate, and also flirty with other women. There was always a sort of war between them, which culminated with his first infidelity. Out of respect for his parents and because also Ms. A was kind of caught up in that situation she gave him another chance. Year after year, working hard to achieve success at work, to maintain her relationship and to keep the respect for the family that offered her support and help. Too bad, Mr. P didn’t appreciate that and continued his errands. Where to go, and what to do? How many fights and infidelities can a person accept? Imagine, that she had to stand out seeing his mistresses around the house like she didn’t exist. And all the fights Mr. P had also with the rest of his family. She was feeling guilty and wanted to leave, but there was always something that stopped her: not enough money, not enough courage, hope that things will work out, respect for the older members. But, when Mr. P parents died, shortly one after the other, she couldn’t stand it anymore. She moved. Ms. A was in her forties – but, she offered herself a new start from zero away from Mr. P and his very young mistress.

I don’t know if for you who had always wealthy happy life, and comfort something like this seems normal. But, there are just situations that keep you stack in there – a job that you don’t like, but you keep it because there are bills to pay, or you can not divorce because your salary is not enough to let you live alone or even caring for a child, because your health is not good enough to help you fulfill your dream, because you don’t have enough money to pay for certain classes or move away or somewhere else.
A personal choice or just a lack of options? And the worst is that a situation like that can last for many years. Are you up for that?

Plus, not talking about those situations that do not depend on you. No choice there.

Do you think these people deserve a second chance or not? Is it too late for a fresh start? Can one still re-invent him/herself no matter the age? Do we all have the right to another chance?

The thing is that once you are into a situation there are two major choices: risk everything and start at zero, leaving the past behind, or find solutions to improve that situation, but still live in it. Sometimes you get out, sometimes you don’t.

I heard very bad or very good news lately from some of my friends…and none of those situation they were facing it was a personal choice. They found themselves in there and wanted to get out, struggling and pushing in a tunnel with no end. Patience and endurance and my friend shacked himself from the morass he was in and started chasing a beam in the sun. Good luck, B! Unfortunately, one couldn’t make it further as the tunnel crumbled. We can not fight natural causes. Sorry, for your loss C! And one…one is waiting …So, be brave, M!

Maybe you are weak. Maybe you have your sins. Maybe you stepped into that puddle because you were careless. But, don’t leave yourself drawn in there, even if you don’t know how to swim. Fight! It may be light at the end of the tunnel or not…, but you’ll never know if you don’t take any step. So maybe, we all deserve…another chance…

Hard decisions...

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We all make decisions every single moment of our day. Are they all - right?

Have you ever been put in a situation where you had to make a decision that didn’t concern you, but somebody else?

And thinking about this I just remembered a movie – where the character job is to fire people in every franchise of the company. Crappy job, isn’t it?

Sometimes even our own decisions that we take for us may affect others in a way that we don’t want, making a person sad or angry. We play with words and actions. In a way you accept the decision you made because you are feeling better, maybe released and you just hoped the other person will deal happily with it.It’s like a love story – when one decides to break up because he/ she is no longer feeling comfortable in that relationship. The other person may be broken heart after such a decision, but the one that did it – is actually in a better state than before.

But what happens when the situation has nothing to do with you and you just have to make a decision…

Like the parents that decide that their daughter will be a doctor and their son will be a lawyer. Don’t you think that at a certain age your child is able to make a decision?

But, leaving away these parental decisions – what if you really had to make a decision on someone’s life? Like a sick person or someone that is in coma. You actually decide on that person’s life.

Do we have the right to make such decisions? Are we taking the right ones?

We decide who is going to leave or die on a trial or who is going to jail, who is going to be fired, who is going to be operated …and maybe sometimes we make the right decisions. But what is left behind in our head is white or black or grey? What role plays the conscious when we make a decision?

Sometimes we don’t know if we made the right decision, sometimes we don’t know what we left behind, sometimes we don’ t even know we had a choice – but we still made a decision.

And then we ask ourselves all this multitude of questions – if we took the right path? It may be easier for us to identify the ups and downs of a situation, because we know how we think, but when our decision is affecting somebody else we play in the grey zone because we don’t wanna live with a guilty conscience and because we actually don’t know the actual impact, unless the other person is confessing. Or…like in that movie when a person actually committed suicide after she was fired.

Are you ok with having the authority to make such decisions?

Another hard decision…