From Utopia to Reality.

There are wonderful, clear, cloudless skies, which encourage us to continue ahead even in the most difficult situations, but is important to understand that the clarity of this universal expansion begins in our own mind.
There will be some persons who do not dream about a better tomorrow but there are some of us who love life and we will make our dreams become a reality and if we can reach this in ourselves, then soon, there will be peace in the world although this seems idyllic and utopian.
Is there perhaps another way? We are on a rough sea and we want to reach a safe shore. Should we abandon ourselves to our luck?
Nothing like this ! We will struggle to reach the safe shore and here I call women and men of the world.
If we want to be all the good that we want to be, let's devote the necessary energy and God will manifest. And in this way we will pass from utopia to reality.

Solidarity. For Reflection.

If your hands are tired, I will give you mine,
and together, we will make out of clay,
a castle, a pot, a musical instrument,
a flute, for the wind to talk and sing.
And, if your feet are tired,
I will give you mine,
even the footprints that I left on my paths.
Our story will unite,
and our present, will walk by ways,
where there is no separation.
And if you are sad,
I will give you my happiness,
I will give you my dreams,
day and night,
until the brightness of your smile,
comes back to you.
I will give you my breathing,
we will be together,
the same chest, only one lung,
expanding to the sky,
taking from the air, the morning aroma,
and thus,
breathing the freshness of the flowers.
I will go with you,
without asking, questioning or interrogating
and I will watch over you
during the cold, dark, nights.
And I will be a warm blanket,
a wise nourishment,
and no one will be able to separate us.
And I will even put my life in front of yours,
so no evil can ever reach you,
and so you will know that this heart
feels for you
a Love full of solidarity.

Solidarity. For Reflection.

If your hands are tired, I will give you mine,
and we together, will make out of clay,
a castle, a pot, a musical instrument,
a flute, for the wind to talk and sing.
And, if your feet are tired,
I will give you mine,
even the footprints that I left on my paths.
Our story will unite,
and our present, will walk by ways,
where there is no separation.
And if you are sad,
I will give you my happiness,
I will give you my dreams,
day and night,
until the brightness of your smile,
comes back to you.
I will give you my breathing,
we will be together,
the same chest, only one lung,
expanding to the sky,
taking from the air, the morning aroma,
and thus,
breathing the freshness of the flowers.
I will go with you,
without asking, questioning or interrogating
and I will watch over you
during the cold, dark, nights.
And I will be a warm blanket,
a wise nourishment,
and no one will be able to separate us.
And I will even put my life in front of yours,
so no evil can ever reach you,
and so you will know that this heart
feels for you
a Love full of solidarity.