The other side

I feel so sick because these tragedies are not enough by themselves.

Europe is stressing and transforming into a Shakespearean tragedy what happened in Manchester. 

YES, it was hideous. YES, it was terrible. YES, children lost their lives. YES, their families are in pain.

But Europe is USING this as a propaganda against Muslims. 

I live in Italy. And from this morning I heard NO word about what happened in Bangkok or in the Philippines on Italian TV, but everything is concentrated on what happened in Manchester. They don’t even say the news in a normal way if something like this happens in Europe.

That’s mind manipulation though media.

Saying a news is one thing; releasing videos of the tragedy with sad music and poetic words over and over again, it’s not. They aim to touch people’s sensitivity. It’s already bad enough, but they transform it in a “movie” and then? They talk bad about Muslims.

I HATE it.

I just can’t stand this fake piety, European nationalism, racism. Using children’s death to spread more hate. 

If there is a God, please, send another flood as we have failed as human beings.

Doubt

Walking with apparent security,

Stalling in uncertainty.

When the pillars that grow strong, like roots in the breathing meadow, shake, you find yourself wandering on a shattered floor.

This never-ending sensation keeps bothering the mind.

Trying to rationally reply to impossible riddles,

while you don’t even know the truth yourself.

When doubt arise, infiltrating your mind, it’s too late to look back at your past, unclouded self.

You must uncertainly walk till you find the answer.

Though the senses are obstructed and deceptive. 

Do not stop looking for it.

Surely, behind this thick fog, there is a new world waiting for you.

Splinter


She was running toward deception, a fake mirror of her desires.
He comfortably wore the gold mask and she decided to be blinded by it.

The girl knew that those feelings were a mere façade, a way to escape pain and confusion.

He hurt her and she hurt who wanted to help.

The shallow mirror shattered, some its fragments still pierced in her skin.

Pretending to forget never heals. It only turns you into an easy prey and throw you in an unconscious circle of selfishness.

Breaking Free

The mind believed while the heart screamed.

Once outside the maze, the wandering soul let itself be led by a shameful spell.

Near, there was a warm, comfortable light, but the crazy soul walked away from it.

The mind believed while the heart screamed.

It was indeed scary to risk another ride in the immense labyrinth.

The foolish soul tried its best to keep the light far, though it would be there in its thoughts and dreams. 

Nobody could truly love that unworthy soul, so -thought the spirit- the light will forget it.

The mind believed while the heart screamed.

The careless soul run away toward the deception, thinking to find a place to reflect and, subconsciously, blame itself more.

As the soul was hurt and, then, confused, its mind took the worst decision.

The mind believed while the heart screamed.

Behind the magical spell there was a ruling patrol. 

Found a prison at the door’s maze.

The darkness still did not leave the silly soul. And, this time, it was wanted.

When the spell broke, the light was still there.

The soul couldn’t believe it.

Brightness was spreading, though it was night when they found each other again.

The soul now knew:

There will be happier days,

There will be sad days,

There will be hard moments,

There will be peaceful times,

But the light will always be with it, going through them together. Just as the soul will never leave the light’s side.

There is no reason to be scared anymore.

Once upon a time, the mind believed easier lies, while the heart screamed at such crime.

Sometimes, it’s better to listen to our heart, than to our dishonest brain.