The emptiness

The emptiness brought by a fear that we did not know and that now seems to be a tenant of our soul.

The emptiness of confined spaces.

The emptiness of life, suddenly, suspended.

The emptiness of hours that those who are alone tell differently.

The emptiness of the uncertainties that pile up and of which we have not yet spoken.

The emptiness of the eyes of those we see suffering and the emptiness of the many who suffer without us seeing it.

The emptiness of caregivers at the end of strenuous shifts.

The emptiness of those who had to remain exposed, day by day, so that others would be safe.

The emptiness of everything that, from one moment to the next, was postponed.

The emptiness of that elderly woman who spends the day with her face against the window.

The emptiness of the streets from which comes a silence that is not a silence, but a kind of action to evict everyday life.

The emptiness of meetings and conversations.

The emptiness that friends sense.

The emptiness of laughter.

The emptiness of all HUGS not given.

José Tolentino Mendonça

My friends tree

There are people in our lives who make us happy for the simple chance of having crossed our path …
Some walk the path beside us, watching many moons pass by, while others we see only between one step and another …
We call them all Friends … But there are many types of them …
Each leaf of a tree symbolizes one of them … The first one that is born is the bud/gem of our parents … Who show us what life is …
Then come the brother friends, our children, with whom we share our space so that they can flourish as we do …
We then got to know the entire family of leaves whom we respect and whom we love …
But fate introduces us to other friends, who we didn’t know would cross our path …
Many of them we call “friends of soul, of heart” … They are sincere and true …
They know when we are well, know what makes us happy …
Sometimes one of those soul friends settles in our heart and then we call him a boyfriend …
He gives shine to our eyes, music to our lips, floor to our feet …
But there are also those friends just for a while, maybe for a vacation, a few days, a few hours …
They also usually put a lot of smiles on our faces, during the time we are together …
We cannot forget the distant friends … Those who are at the ends of the branches of the tree, who when the wind blows always appear between one leaf and another …
Time passes, Summer goes and Autumn approaches … Then we lose some of our leaves … Some are born in another Summer, others remain for many seasons …
But what makes us really happy are those leaves that have fallen but are still around us, feeding our roots with great joy …
… with memories of wonderful moments from the time he crossed our path …
So …
I wish you, my tree leaf …
Peace, love, health, luck and prosperity …
Today and always !!!
Simply because each person who passes in our life is unique …
Always leave a little bit of yourself with us and take a little bit of us …
This … is the biggest responsibility of our life …
… the evident proof that two souls do not meet by chance !!!
I wish you that crossed my path and left me a little bit of yourself, a life full of blessings, joys and friends …
Parent friends …
Children friends …
Brother friends …
Friends present …
Absent friends …
Friends … Friends …
Cheers, my friend!

Thank you José L. Borges, author of the PowerPoint of which I based this post.

Viewpoints

Point of view

Perspectives. Well… seen!

– Underdog. He’s so different …
– What a waste. They’re all the same…
Boat!
Earth!
Perspectives …
“Every point of view is the view of a point.”Leonardo Boff
Is it 3 or is it 4?
– Four!
– No! Three!
– Should I go up or down to get there ?!
– ???
Sometimes, the decisions we make in life seem to lead us to the same destination, no matter how much you think or rationalize about it. This is the ladder of life, an illusion of ascending or descending. We are all actually on the same level…
– Oh, a stone in the way …
– Wow, a bridge!
– Damn, it’s so big. There is no way to win.
– Damn, it’s so big. You can’t miss it.
Ignorance is to think that your point of view is an end point.
– So much loneliness.
– So much freedom.