You cannot flee what you are

You cannot flee what you are - I

How does the beauty of a woman evolve when she goes in for her forties?

She's still beautiful and has the beauty of her remote wild young attraction slowly fading away.

She's not sexy anymore like she probably was, but she acquires a mature aura that keeps you watching her and you are never sated.

Her dark hair and eyes, high cheekbones, full mouth—are striking and her voice, a low contralto, has a suave attractive power, you cannot move your look away from her.

She's feeding your need to imagine women like an old man properly needs to think.

The thinking has structures and you are following them, they work like an inner subtle light.

You cannot flee what you are bound to follow, it comes from afar and never dies.

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Fasting to reconnect your "Self" to your body

If there is a discrepancy between yourself and the body, between what you are and what you don't feel you are in your body, then fast, because there is excess to remove in the body. Through the stratifications of fat, the material that alienates you is deposited in the body. Removing decades of fat you remove the "Self" from its impediments to be reconnected with the body. Start thinking about fasting and wait for the right moment. Your body has its own indicators; it will signal when it is the right time to start fasting. Fasting is not a mere physical fact. It is changing the spirit of a time that has become stranger to us and that lives in us in order to alienate us to ourselves. Impossible to fast, without implying a change of the inner spirit. Those who fasted in the Old Testament did so to invoke great changes in life. Jesus himself fasted for forty nights and forty days and after fasting he was ready and strong enough to resist the devil and was ripe for his minist

The temple of youth

The yearning for death is but a swift race seeking to curtail our tormented pace. There lies a sacredness in thy yearning toward the highest good wildly striving. Toss the gaze heavenward and grasp the truth! In death, we lie upon and cast the temple of youth.

Il filo invisibile

In Jonas Memoriam Strana e triste è la vita lei sola nasceva e lui solo moriva migliaia di chilometri lontani per pochi soli mesi un anno li univa ma usi diversi li divideva - il nuovo e il vecchio quotidiani.

Fabrizio Ulivieri

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