Book: Where is my home?

Between us there can be no real conversation, because there is no communion of souls.

Leopardi in his lines "ASE stesso" "himself" said to his heart: "Assai palpitasti" "Rather you fought". But I will never say these words to my heart. It just one day stop beating.

Having lived half a century on earth, I did not forget how to speak the truth and listening to people, I can't stop believing their words. Yes, that is my fate. And a thousand times deceived, I want to believe and not to believe can't.

The soul wants more than a clean, well-fed body, and master data are balanced, externally free life. She wants the high of truth and tireless yarn creative spirit, she wants pure air of confidence and mission creation.

And so we were not bored, we turn heaven and earth into a fairy tale.

Good in the human soul, when she hurries to the other and carries her something good.

... Birds a slight whistle attentive to tell the tale.

... Hour, when the essence of night begins included in the essence of the day, and there is the betrothal of the soul to what has passed, and what will be...

Property magic is to turn grey the things of the world in gold, in silver, maybe bronze, maybe copper, but certainly with a glare that says the soul and points to the inner wealth that gaze unseeing appear to be casual and nothing telling. Moonbeam will go down in night room and white curtain on the window becomes similar to a easy outfit of a young witch who now will go on a dewy meadow and will collect for tinogasta night herbs. Spring breeze will lift a branch, and swing her, approaching and distancing, you'll Wake up in the shower singing lullabies gazing dream. The distant glow of the dawn, still not came to our world, will slip a little bit on the top leaves of the tallest tree in the forest, and the bird sleeping on a tree branch, perhaps, the very bottom, Wake up and ring a crystal bell. It's all magic. Also magic and the artist concerning his word simple phenomena and forcing him to tell an unusual and inspired.

For the miracle of exceptional circumstances and certainly solemn place and moment. A miracle is a miracle, and it makes him by solemn all the details of time and place, and his people.

The Golden bird of joy always arrives unexpectedly.