illatonascostodellaforza - dal diario di Paola -

Now I’d like to jump on a plane, go to the other side of the world and to start everything again from the beginning. Just keeping the consciousness and awareness I now have. Starting to walk from there and keep to go on. And not to loose any more time trying to run after meaningless things.

il lato nascosto della forza - dal diario di Paola -: Sweet Melancholy : Sweet and strange feeling. Like at the end of a wonderful holiday. You stay in front of the moon. Sea breeze. Sweet and tiny waves kindl...

Sweet and strange feeling. Like at the end of a wonderful holiday. You stay in front of the moon. Sea breeze. Sweet and tiny waves kindly wet the tip of your feet. A smile lightly touches your soul. A slight melancholia passes through your eyes and lips. You don’t want to lose this instant, This feeling full of hope and dreams, So, you close your eyes And inside you look for All the feelings All the colours All the perfumes All the words All the smiles All the glances Of these days. Nicely a piano helps you to remind. You’re smiling, Gifting your memory to the waves You release it in the wind As you know it will bring it back to you. Always. Stand up It’s time to go now. Wave goodbye to the moon, which gently smiling touches you. The first drops of rain are wetting your face. Time to go. You can just say to everyone and to everything Thank you One more time.

Dolce e strana sensazione. Come alla fine di una bellissima vacanza. Resti di fronte alla luna. Brezza di mare. Dolci piccole onde bagnano gentilmente la punta dei piedi. Un sorriso ti sfiora l'anima. Leggera malinconia passa negli occhi e sulle labbra. Non vuoi perdere quest'attimo carico di sogno e di speranza, E allora chiudi gli occhi e dentro di te cerchi tutte le sensazioni i colori i profumi le parole i sorrisi gli sguardi di questi giorni. Dolcemente un pianoforte ti aiuta a ricordare. Sorridi. Regali alle onde il tuo ricordo lo liberi nel vento perché sai che il vento te lo riporterà, sempre. Alzati è ora di andare. Saluta la luna che sorridendo ti accarezza. Le prime gocce di pioggia ti bagnano il viso. Vai. Puoi solo dire ancora una volta Grazie a tutto e a tutti.

It's a Fairy Tale night Where fireflies fly in the wind and gently rest on the air. It's a Fairy Tale night where all the magic castels come to life. It's a Fairy Tale night where all the dreams come true and the rain plays the music of the harps. It's a Fairy Tale night and in the woods the trees follow the dances It's a Fairy Tale night and the all the smiles and glittering in the eyes are flying to the moon It's a Fairy Tale night open your windows and let the spirit come in gift your breath to Fairies and be part of the dance...

The music is a word the word is a colour the colour is a dream the dream is a gesture the gesture is a dance the dance is a breath the breath is music. Each note is a drop of emotion it transmutes the words which as a river flow, filling the mind with colours. The mind as a brush suspended in the air touches the rainbow, and it squirts drops of colours around the body, which dances, listening to the endless music. Magical gestures repeat themselves, The whole is in them. And bowing to music, wrapping yourself in colours with your hands towards the sky just repeat THANK YOU

Drops of sun are wetting the rain. The violin in the distance sweetens the soul, a hand gently touches a new born baby tears of joy. The pain vanishes in the silence of happiness. spring flower. thin lips mouth a never given kiss. Butterflies in the wind, petals of the sea. slippering dreams breath in the wind; fairies in the rising moon are receiving the night. And every night the dance opens your soul to the stars, leaving the music to guide your steps and your thoughts. Flowing on the wave as thousands crystals of light. Sweet dream you don't want to leave, till morning, when you gift it, to the warm hand which lightly touches your face.