Io ti ricordo babbo

Io ti ricordo babbo - che serravi
Forte i pugni e stringevi mascelle.
Era l'ultimo filo di una rabbia,
Quella rabbia che dentro sí avevi
In tutto la gettavi - tu ringhioso.
Con quella rabbia sempre hai vissuto
Che per tutta la vita maledivi.
Mai hai amato te stesso - no mai.
Mai sorridevi, e cupo vivevi.
Eppure il tuo cuore era buono.
Io, tuo figlio, lo so che buono eri.
In quel cuore di gatto nero solo
Che ti portavi - e in cui vivevi,
Alternativa al destino avevi?
Era il cuore di una nervosa
Vita che di rabbia sola saziavi.
Ma io amato ho il tuo randagio
Cuore di gatto nero - solitario
Che in selvatico animal chiudevi.

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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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