la valse d'amelie

It began about 3 months ago but I am loosing track now. A part of me went away, left me for ever, was hiding from me to be found in a different place a few days after.
That professor who claims people look alike after 40 years spent together is damn right! But what if people, two strangers meeting for the first time, already look and more importantly feel alike, like they have known each other for centuries? Is this destiny or maybe what I call the soul experience?
In tantrism the soul goes through different lives, numerous, countless, gaining knowledge. That knowledge or wisdom is being transferred into further lives to enrich them and simplify the search.

Karma. One scary little word and a big concept underneath. Karma- I bring new sense to it.
People meeting by chance feeling each other so well. Who are they? Soul-mates? Did you ever think of the hidden meaning of the word soul-mate? What is hidden there is a long-term relationship of two souls, bringing two people into becoming mates in this very life and in the next life... lives...

I am playing the piano my fingers fast, my soul making love to the instrument, loving every sound it produces.
My heart races with the same pace the notes take. We are inseperable. I am diving into the magic of music, so easy for you to recognise.  I can see your eyes smiling, your "Amelie" on the lips.

I am fascinated of how we, people like YOU and I, switch roles from an observer to being deeply and fully engaged...

From the heart of the colony

He would appear when I least expected him to come, tearing all my dreams into small pieces as it seemed to me, when in reality my clothes were torn apart. Every time this irresistible passion I had for him was aroused like the Empire State Building. This wave of passion was stronger than the wind to make it go away or the sun to burn it down into ash. His last words to me were: your depth, your bottomless depth in your eyes excites me so much I am ready to give up everything to be sinking in it for ever.

P.S. Alessio, thank you for feeding my mind. Jacques (the main character of the book) is inspired by you...

Italian impressionism

Piazza San Marco.. The touch of the greatness.

Bridge of whispers - as I saw it secretly dreaming of those whispers in my ear..

My friend? My lover? Me? Reflecting my nature in the picture..

Venezia - still the same recognizable beauty I saw there centuries ago... my soul was at home finally

True love is forever. For all the lives our soules are to live

Did you ever think I would see you in Romeo? Would I ever be you Guilietta? The one with the sweet honey voice and a brave heart.. The most memorable moment of Verona...

In the city of Verona - magic is happening... right now in the middle of the night, when all the street musicians come to play at the bridge I am standing on, my thoughts far, my heart beating so fast..

A shift

Back to the real world! In less than a week! wish me luck and whatever you want...
Love everyone and thanks for the unforgettable year of unforgettable friendship!

YOU

You are wonderful, for you bring my soul in heaven, awake me from my long sleep and make me alive... At the hottest hour, there, in Venezia, I was full of thoughts of you, your beauty filling every spare cell of my being. You were everywhere, in the window I was looking into in the mornings, your steps were seen to me on the pathways, your breathe was my air...
I was dancing with you our love dance, invisible to others, keeping in the memory all those moments of true beauty we shared and we still are about to share. It all filled me. It fed me like no dish could... I was making love to you in crowded streets, watching the sun reflecting in the water running by. You had that particular look on your face, so evocative, as if I saw you on Piazza di San Marco.  Being there I could feel you miles away, feel your sensuality rising, melted by your eyes, tantalised by your hair, feeling all of you as if you were a part of me. I was tracing the shape of your body, secretly praying we were alone. Alone,  in the crowd of fussy Chinese having our pictures taken. Alone,  in the world so cold and unemotional, and yet so loving and giving when we are together. I was there sitting on the pavement, feeling your smell, when you were far, looking into your eyes while you were asleep, holding your hand while you were driving your car. I enfolded you in your dreams and sang songs to you softly when you could not sleep. We were making love every moment of our lives, every moment we could breathe. You were, are and will be my inspiration for as long as I live.