And 'one of my recurring dream to walk barefoot on the red clay kissed by the sun, feel the wind touch the fingers of a few things and dress , simple things ...
Some mornings I can still dream that I pull down from the Latvian and put down those feet that have walked a lot and have seen wonderful places and I realize that I can only dream :-)
Without my shoes would not do a step, I'm not able to walk barefoot, but I like the first di addormentarmi buttare giù un occhio e sorridere ai miei piedi e pensare a chissà quante impronte lasceranno o lascerebbero...
Delle volte mi sento intrappolata... diciamo spesso questi ultimi tempi, nella trappola di un corpo che non riconosco più molto volentieri... c'è dentro di me un tumulto di emozioni e passioni e azioni, fuori di me uno squarcio che si affaccia dall'anima...
Neppure il punto saldo della mia vita è più tanto tale e a volte la fede vacilla e mi chiedo tutto che senso abbia....
Lo ritrovo al mattino un senso e non vedo l'ora che arrivi sera per ritrovarlo di nuovo e di nuovo ancora... lo ritrovo quando i miei piedi toccano il pavimento gelido e mio marito con amore che non so explain how much land is, fasten my shoes ...
I do not know whether to believe in angels, of course I believe in God, sometimes ... He knows that I could not live without and that the aspect of his birth and his resurrection as the food for life ... but mine is sometimes jokingly ... is that at times like these days, I have a rage that I really wonder and deep, meaning there is all this ...
Where is the sense of a land that trembles, in a moment that is capable of destroying the lives that God has placed on it, which leaves dense dust of despair and a painful desire to cling to their loved ones just looking for a perfume that points to a happy past gone only a few moments before, the scent of those who no longer there, the scent of the fertile land, and fear that can not be that ...?
I would support her even a little I cross this great ... someone at the end he did with Jesus on the road to death ... and perhaps the meaning of everything is right here ...
Easter and resurrection, but I like to call her by name that it considers appropriate, rebirth.
And the rebirth is not one-sided experience for me but it made of shared gestures ... it can be reborn but also help revive ...
He does every day when my husband holds my little cross because the weight becomes more bearable, and it is doing all this multitude of angels with their bare hands to dig a way to donate, rejoices in a life saved after a hundred for whom life is over however, brings a smile to the children frightened and made a long embrace of brotherly love to those who no longer has anything and it seems not hope for more ...
Easter is paradoxically beginning to sprout their flowers, rebirth, why take the cross on his shoulders a little bit of everyone and it also means rebirth and help her to do it ...
My hope is that all there is Easter every day because we should never forget that in the earth there are people who must struggle for long ricostriursi, people always struggle with heavy burdens, and too often is left in its pain, despite having a desire to live unique and unthinkable ... because help is resurrection life in its most beautiful and deep ...
With sincere affection, my greatest wishes to you all.
- tatyna
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