I don't know where the beauty lies itself down…

Maybe it is just in the air, living inside of me, hidden in some corner of my mind, in any deep memory… Maybe it is just insanity…

There's no meaning but something out of reach, some out of a poor and brief reality. Something just felt yet unknown… unknown at the one but not at the soul.

It is so good to be able to feel the soft strings of the dawn of an everlasting memory, and to smile whenever Love comes near; whenever the feeling seems to overcome life and everything that's alive and you're sure of some distant source where your soul has been created once from, and that has never left you alone, in none time.

The vague sensation, which has been a constant company, becomes itself into a certainty so wide and clear about the most beautiful feeling of eternity and home; it takes any shade away, any weight from the past; it makes my being better and strong for the battles of this life and of all the others that may come; as long as the sacred link is tied to my soul, showing me how simple and pure is the source of Life.


Life has always had an everlasting meaning to me, since my earliest days I believed in soul and eternity…

And even nowadays, I don't search for an answer, not even live my days only by that feeling, because that feeling taught me how to be myself, it could showed me what I could be, it did not impose anything to me, so I could learn it slowly and mildly; it just allowed me to find out the inner being that was part of me and that I was not so aware of.

Each day else it makes a difference in my life, silent and wise like the eternal Love.

And it is where the beauty lies, right there, in each one of us; in the ones who may share and in the ones who may bare that beauty inside. Because it is not necessary to follow anyone in order to find the truth, to be near the Love and to be in touch with the source of Life...
Because the truth is the one who always follows us, that never leave us alone, and that's always there in each and every single little minute of our lives and in every thought that we may have about everything.

The Truth is that we're never alone, as long as the beauty of all the things has followed us wherever we may go or wherever we may lay down a thought.

But we may not notice that sometimes for that is so alike our own, so tender and gentle like a mother who takes care of her son...

The Beauty of all things lies itself down at the source of our lives. And that sacred link won't be broken ever, up to the day we may escape from this illusional fate and finally we're ready to understand how much big is the beauty inside us and that's where we've been created from.

There're so few ones who may have this beauty inside their own. But, for those ones, that'll be for good.