Wednesday, 24 February 2016
Sunday, 21 February 2016
Il respiro dell'anima - The breath of our soul
Se l'aria che ci danza intorno è l'anima del nostro respiro, allora il vento deve essere il respiro della nostra anima. Nel vento il seme dei nostri pensieri viaggia per depositarsi ovunque nel mondo, e conoscere e sfiorare paesi e persone, profumi di ricordi, melodie di emozioni, visioni di speranza. Siamo universi, mondi nel mondo, la nostra bellezza ha una fonte infinita che affonda le sue radici in ricordi più antichi di noi.
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If the air that dances around us is the soul of our breath, then the wind must be the breath of our soul. In the wind the seeds of our thoughts travel to settle anywhere in the world, and learn about and graze at countries and people, scents of memories, melodies of emotions, visions of hope. We are universes, worlds in the world, our beauty has an infinite source that has its roots in memories which are older than us.
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If the air that dances around us is the soul of our breath, then the wind must be the breath of our soul. In the wind the seeds of our thoughts travel to settle anywhere in the world, and learn about and graze at countries and people, scents of memories, melodies of emotions, visions of hope. We are universes, worlds in the world, our beauty has an infinite source that has its roots in memories which are older than us.
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