'gifts For Stroke Patients

last verses dedicated to you ...

I would have given the morning star

and the scent of spring

the blush of roses in May,

on my cheeks,

meeting with your eyes;

a reflection of the sun in my eyes

day,

mystery and femininity of the moon at night

;

the breeze from the evenings 'summer

in my sighs

the morning dew

in my tears.

I would have won the dance

wind and the sound of violins and bells

nell'estasi from your embraces;

the beauty of Venus

and strength of Diana

intimacy and the secrets of the night ...

For obscure reasons,

that I can not understand,

eyes closed,

I'd won my soul, the

voice of my eyes,

handing in flight,

on the wings of eagles ...

But ...

I pick up my destiny

and hijackers, I'll give you

my performance,

my abandonment ....

I want to go away from you,

unaware of the nature of my strange feelings

born

shade on a hot afternoon of June

,

and kept in the dark and grown.

This fragile and incomprehensible confusion,

kidnaps me in moments of silence,

I kill him, so

,

mercilessly,

shadow of a mystery that perhaps

in another existence,

I can reveal.

Sometimes what looks like a surrender is not surrender. This is what happens in our hearts. Clearly see what life is like and accept it, SINCE IT IS true, whatever the pain, because the pain that comes mind is far greater.

Nicholas Evans

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I am a witch ... Stylish Blogger Award

I am a witch.
rocks, wind, streams, animals are my brothers. In them you complete my life. In them there is the divine spark that drives my spirit. I recognize the trees as my refuge, my fortress like. Every time I cry to them to dry my tears with a slight touch of the heart. Their trunks are my support when they are tired, their sap is the symbol of the continuous flow of renewal, on me and my skin. They are my soul shack, where I take refuge every time the rain falls too hard and the wind blows the leaves away from the path.

I am a witch.
acknowledge a God and a Goddess, in them my life, my life for them. I do not know their names because they are accustomed to call them all names in the world. They always respond, even though my voice is only a whisper, a sigh. They my lips, them my heart. I teach infinite love and abandonment to the blaze I feel inside everyday existence. I give fear and doubt, because I can ask myself and find the answers. I give the pain and suffering so that I may grow in the arduous journey of life, learning the lesson that I will post. I give imagination and eclecticism that I may love myself every day, changing shape, changing mood, being a woman.

I am a witch.
Celebrate the changing seasons. Through the years the mother holding the hand of the various pathways of light, ice, blood and dew. I honor the renewal of life, the beginning of growth, regeneration of shoots, love and passion, the first blond crop, fruit set, the last harvest of orange, and the end of the passage. The seasons are placed on my skin like organza, giving their strong odor in my nostrils, their flavors on my tongue, their colors in my eyes. Thousand and thousands of treasures yet revealed to me. I am a

witch.
I worship the moon. I see myself on her, she is a mother, sister and lover. She is an advisor, torment and breath of old. She follows my cycle, she influences the tides my, she is the master of my femininity. I am a priestess, wearing his white coat and fickle, those of my cheeks ruddy wine, when his face becomes round. I am a girl who is in his cot when he returns clove young me and turns to the west. They are the elderly in rest when she begins to fade to the east. They are the darkest night that welcomes black and proud when he stops to light up the sky and his daughters.


I am a witch.
I learned to love. I taught myself harmony, researchers as a destination prohibited. I learned that whatever gift, turns in my life received. I learned that the evil I do, it turns into pain I'll have to serve. I learned to get up and make mistakes. I learned that every drop of my blood cries out a hymn to life, because I am, because I love. Why I'm a witch.

Morgana.

Witch of apples