TIME PASSES

Time passes no one can stop it
every person in this world has his story
of life, formed by pains, joys, smiles and tears
together with others, in an intertwining of stories
that make sense after so many years.
when we are young foals, we understand little
we are attracted by feelings and joie de vivre,
but all this is normal, it must be like that
life is precious and must be lived every moment
the important thing we love everyone and the world
that envelops us, we do not waste our moments
with rancor and hate. Because we are all chained
to each other, we can not live alone
far from everyone, with death in the heart,
we are spectators and protagonists of existence
none of us is something more,
what is missing from us, another person has it
we are humanity.

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JANUARY

 

January entered euphoric
with its forceful stormy sky
with the moon peeping in between
hostile black clouds, its light illuminates
the silent countryside that seems dead
everything looks dark and stormy,
only the moon seems to shine intensely
when he can get out of a sky
bleak, fearful, grim, snarling ..
rain and snow are masters of this time
alternating, while the crackling of the fire
gives security and warmth, amid the glitter of the flames
our thoughts, our memories wander
our feelings that despite the passing time
they never slip away.

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This is winter

Dark sunsets in the muffled silence
January murmurs across the sky
while our thoughts doze

the trees sleep, in the silent and cold forest
charm, sweetness, this is winter,
for those who like to stay at home

looking behind the windows, in a clouded window
a hazy, misty, foggy landscape.
The slow descending snow, or the bursting rain,

the hours that pass silently, in the dark days,
those who want to find themselves, prefer winter,
pamper yourself next to the lively flames of a fireplace,

sip yourself and pastries, feel safe and embraced by the heat
while the storm is raging outside
it is the winter that belongs to us.

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the angels

look look, the angels play, sing and dance!
in the sky there are billions of heavenly spirits,
merry, for the little baby!

play small lullabies, love,
heavenly melodies endless, they do move God,
the whole earth glitters, fragrant incense,

comes out from every church, which celebrates the love of the Lord,
every lighted window, who loves Jesus,
is full of invisible angels, loving family,

seraphim, cherubim, thrones and dominations
sing and fly to the galaxy and constellations,
followed by the other angels, all the nine choirs of angels!

God’s love knows no limit.1509958_851966671532150_4974408332498381784_nYYY

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which is the true joy?

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the real joy is the love that we give to others!
if we remain closed in us, sullen,
everything falls on ourselves!
Why should we be sad?
the glue for us and life is the light of God!
If we love God, we can deal with, every sorrow!
if we believe in God’s love, we are not afraid of anything.
if we are close to the light, we have the strength to face,
sorrow, sickness, death!
Because God is the strength of our soul,
the courage and the wisdom that makes us feel strong and courageous!
must be convinced that the love of the Lord, is also for us,
and death is only a passage to eternity!

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our life

faith does not change the reality of our present life,
but we understand, and understand, our mistakes of the past,
like a ray of light that blinds our eyes,

a light that dispels the shadows, in our mind,
with the passage of time, we mature,
time brings to us, wisdom and prudence,

Youth is the time surface, joy,
daring to do things without thinking about anything,
the spring weather and the smile of the game.

All this is normal, it’s our little trip,
to eternity, all we have to go
no one can escape, we are obliged to go.2eac033669fb82ae5e62108882cffa3d666

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When evening comes

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EVERYTHING is so quiet and peaceful

with autumn rain
ticking on the windows

and the wind stirs the dead leaves
the flies in the air,

stroking for the last time,
I feel my frozen feet

and curl up on myself
by the fire,

gnawing a roasted chestnut
while the crackling of the fire is safe and restful

oh breath of my soul!
oh rebellious spirit that rests,

in the quiet of the night that covers everything,
the moon is hidden, beyond the clouds

I guess its luster,
spark silent raising TIDES

with POWER!

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