Mi little sunshine

You came into my life and filled it with warmth

You touched it softly, carefully

barely caressing it

until I said yes

You brought into it

the strength of your embrace

the clarity of your gaze

the warmth of your touch

the certainty of your truth

And the sunshine you had for me

cleared the mist that despair had left

opening in front of me

fresher and greener paths

that looked feathered and yet so sound

Then you offered me your hand

and danced me trough those paths

until your melody beckoned me to hear

the sweet and might still alluring call of Life

B

“The Invitation” by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dreams
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life's betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your
fingers and toes
without cautioning us to
be careful
be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand on the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
"Yes."

It doesn't interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after a night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the center of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.

How to hold on to someone

First build for her a bridge of flowers held by truth

So she can cross and walk to what is there for her

Then, offer her your hand and hold her gently

so she would know who might lead her steps someday

Guide her without rushing and always understanding

that behind there is a reason for each and every gesture

Try to hold her and embrace her with tenderness and patience

for life has broken her and harmed her and she might still be bleeding

Show her who you are and that theres still good in this world

Take time to learn from her, laugh with her, believe for her

And teach her one more time that you are there for good

Take her dreams and build steps with them

So together you can climb them

One at a time

Then take her where you want to

and give her what you kept only for her

tend her garden, even her path, show her the rainbow…

Be with her and let her be with you

And if you feel she deserves it

close your eyes and trust again

and she will then hold on to you

B illescas

There are days when the sun, the air, the clouds vanish from within and theres nothing but cold and gray shadows

Days when you want to be dead, yet you know you cant just disappear because you would hurt the only ones that there still care for you

Days when everything that surrounds you has no meaning, when no words can reach you when even the word loneliness seems a game

There are days when you know that no effort would be enough to take you away, days when your eyes cannot hide what is devouring you, days when no fake smile could trick no one

Days in which you feel your are carrying the world over your shoulders and you cannot take another step

There are days in which you know its over, you know you have lost, you know nothing else is there to be done, yet you cannot quit, you cannot end it, you cannot give up and you find yourself with the worst condemnation ever becuase you realize life is not yours and theres nothing absolutely nothing that you can do except wait for another night

Days when you remember what you had and turn your eyes to the infinite and ask why once and again and again and again...

FRANCO NERO (Gene Merlino as Lancelot's singing voice) - If Ever I Would...