Hope

How do we escape from this dark world? A world of secrets, a world of lies, a world of half-truths? How do we sail on this sea of deceit? What light do we see in this world where what a friend knows is just the tip of an iceberg? Is there a hope for a cleaner world?

Maybe there is hope. Maybe trust is the name of this light. Trust brings back trust from the people worthy enough to be named humans. In time the trust and the truth make other people see a new way. And this people are your friends. Your real friends. The people to whom you can trust your life and your darkest secrets. The people who will not judge you, but only listen and advise you. The people with whom you will talk to enlighten your mind. The people who will be there with you for one life or more.

And step by step, light start to shine in this world, ice start to melt and the sea becomes again a mirror of reality.

Hope has returned to this world.

Friendship

Who are our friends?

What do we do to keep them close? Do we tell them our problems? Do we tell them our fears? Do we tell them our joys? Do we let them see just glimpses of our lives? What do we share?

Do we have time for our friends? Do we have time for our families? Or do we have time just for us and our lovers? How much time do we share?

Do we want them to be forever there for us? What will happen if we forget to speak with them? If in a moment or the other we are not in the mood for them? If we don’t answer? If we forget to return their calls? Will they still be our friends? Will they still know who we are now? Will they be our friends because of whom we are or because of whom we have been some other time, when they still understood us?

Friendship. Such a beautiful word. Such a beautiful thing. So difficult to get, so easy to loose. And yet, so many times a friendship is forever. A bridge from pieces of our souls, which can never be broken. But is it a bridge from the present or a bridge from the past?

Friends, lovers, family. Something yesterday, something today. And who knows what will be tomorrow? The bridges are here to last forever. It depends only of us.

And we will never be alone.

King

Today the mayflies paused their dance and all movement froze for a moment.

Today the heart of music stopped. Today a 50 years thriller ended and a man of legend died. A man which was just as human as the rest of us. A man clad in black and white. Today Michael Jackson the man died and the world cried.

Let this man rest in peace. And let his legend leave forever.

The king is dead. Long leave the king.

Wonders

What gifts has this Universe given to us? And what do we do with them? What do we return?

Some people are powerful; they can save others from perils. Some people receive knowledge; they can make all our lives easier and better. Some people receive compassion; they can give us the hope of a better way. Some people receive intuition; they can lead us towards a happier future. Some people receive faith; they can bring peace of mind to our kindred. And some people receive other powers; they can teach our souls the right way.

So we could say that when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade, right? If it only was that simple.

But it isn’t, because mankind didn’t receive only “good lemons”. Other “gifts” are plenty around us. Our species received selfishness and mistrust. We have powers and intelligence but we use them only for our own good. We don’t trust in the goodness of other people and don’t give them back what they deserve. We misuse our good gifts because of our bad gifts and we don’t appreciate what we have until we lose it. So good turns to bad, hope turns to fear, happiness turns to sorrow.

This looks bad, yes. But are all hopes lost? No, because hope dies last always. And so some people can get over their bad gifts. Were they find suffering, comfort comes. They lift up your burdens. They teach you to trust yourself and the others and ease your mind. Seeing the bad thing around them, they bring help and hope to the life of others. Their spirit lights the darkness.

So what do you do with your lemons?

Trust in the wonders of this Universe. And when life gives you lemons, make apple juice. Then show the whole world how you did it. And this will be a better place for you and everybody else.

Persona

What do you show?
What do you hide?
What can a friend,
see in your mind?

Who are you today?
And how about tomorrow?
What will you tonight
show to your lover?

Is this your freedom?
Is this you choice?
Is this a dream
or the mask of a rose?

S'agapo malista eis aei

Do words have any inherent value? Are words like love, freedom, peace, charity, trust, friendship or help any good by themselves?

Are the words enough to mirror your soul? Are the words telling your true story? And what are the words without facts to sustain them? But facts, are they always enough without words to reveal them?

And this, this are only words telling questions. The answers are there, inside everyone’s mind and soul. So are the good words and the good facts. They must be searched and found. And until all the answers are understood, everyone can do the best deeds he can think of and try to use only the right words to explain them.

Find your lost mayflies, love them and don’t forget to show your love with words. Não es estrago, es solo fecundo, e vou plantar jardin ai.

Love

What do you give to your lover, dear human friend?

Do you give her flowers? Flowers show the beauty of nature, flowers are the messengers of life. Is it this how you give her your frozen moments in time?

Do you give her diamonds? Diamonds show the beauty of the earth, diamonds are the messengers of fortune. Is it this how you make her your lucky charm?

Do you give her words? Words show the beauty of your feelings, words are the messengers of your heart. Is it this how you show her your love?

Do you give her your dreams? Dreams show the beauty of time, dreams are the messengers of the future. Is it this how you share with her your desires?

Do you give her your soul? The soul shows the beauty of the eternity, the soul is a messenger of the Divinity. Is it this how you give her your life?

Mayflies don’t need flowers, mayflies don’t understand diamonds, mayflies have no words. For the mayflies time is a lucky dream. The soul of a mayfly is the soul of the swarm. It is his and everybody else at the same time. It is given and received back. In the mayflies’ world, there is only love and all desires are answered. In a mayflies’ world, the moment is the eternity.

Time and time again, the lost mayflies return to the heart of the swarm.

Sunset

A storm was coming. The wind was howling through the trees. Angry clouds were gathering above. The sky was growing darker with any passing moment. Lightnings were coming to scare away the living. Thunders were echoing true the air. A few raindrops were falling here and there.

Like everybody else, the mayflies were scattering. They were hiding away from the suddenly threatening nature.

And then … a burst of light was filling the darkness. In the far west, beyond the clouds, the sun was escaping. It was glowing again, dividing the surroundings into powerful shades of dark blue and yellow. The harsh contrast was almost painful to watch for their little eyes.

But what’s happening there? A few drops of color showing in the distance on the threatening sky of the dark east; a little red; and then, a little yellow; and green … And the colors, the colors were growing, rising towards the heavens.

Now the mayflies were waiting, looking and trying to grasp the changes in the sky. The colors were now on the other side too, and growing. And then they were touching above. Now an arch of color was passing across the sky. And there, some distance from it, more colors were painting the clouds. What a miracle is a rainbow in the life of a mayfly!

The wind and the thunders were no more. And the light of the sun was no longer harsh, but tender. And the magic was bathing everything.

In the engulfing sunset, the blessed mayflies were dancing.

Chance

Everybody deserves a second chance, says John Connor.

But is this true? And even if it is true, does everybody get that second chance? And if we get it, can we recognize this chance? What if it is not the second chance we were expecting, but … another one? Will we see it? Will we take it?

But do we really need second chances? Or just … chances, any chances? Can we jump to the chances around us?

What chances does a lost mayfly need, so it can dance again?

Dreamland

Time stood still for a moment. And a voice echoed in my mind.

- What are you dreaming, my child?

- I’m dreaming … I’m dreaming about love.

- Love, child?

- Yes, Father. I’m dreaming about my loved one. She’s here; she’s looking at me; she’s speaking with me …

- And what are you talking about, child?

- Oh, nothing important. She’s just asking some silly questions, like how are her clothes fitting together; like she doesn’t know what I’ll say; like she doesn’t know all I see is … love. And then … then we’re smiling; we’re smiling and laughing and kissing. And we’re dancing the dance of the mayflies. The dance of the pure moment. The dance which defies time.

- Good, my child. Now go back. Go back in your dreams. The time will wait for you. And every moment will border the eternity.

- Yes, Father. I will.

Our Father, Who is in heaven, Holy is Your Name. Protect our loved ones wherever they are. And give to our passing dreams power over time, so that the mayflies can dance … forever.

And the time moved forward again.

Have you?

Have you ever longed for the spring? Have you ever saw the ice shying away from the young sun? Have you ever felt the nature coming back to life? Mother Earth knows this while she dances with the stars.

Have you ever longed for the sun? Have you ever saw the million flowers blossoming to the sky? Have you ever smelled the sweet scent of the color? The trees know this while they dance in their mind.

Have you ever longed for the rain in a hot summer day? Have you ever felt the rejuvenating water caressing your dry skin? Have you ever been filled by this happiness? The humans know this while they dance on the fields.

Have you ever longed for the time? Have you ever felt the passing of seconds? Have you ever lived for the moment of love? The mayflies know this while they dance with the swarm.

Have you ever longed for the sea? Have you ever touched the hardness and the softness of the earth? Have you felt the love of the nature drinking from your life? The river knows this while it dances with the mountains.

Have you ever longed for the sky? Have you ever felt the freedom of flying? Have you ever followed the passing of clouds? The birds know this while they dance with the wind.

Have you ever longed for the ice? Have you ever felt the need for returning? Have you ever thought of your soul mate anguish? The penguins know this while they dance with the ocean.

Have you ever longed for eternity? Have you ever touched the infinity of space? Have you ever felt the unending love of God? Life knows this while it dances with time.