2000i

Terenzio Formenti
Drops of dew happiness N. 1-2-3

" FROM THE DEW ALSO THE DESERT
BLOWS... ITS ROSE "
365 + 1 FOR THE LEAP-YEAR 2000
DEWDROPS AGAINST THE UNHAPPINESS

Biography

Terenzio Formenti was born in Bagolino on the 26th of March 1923.
In 1945 he graduated in Chemistry and worked in that field until 1972,
when he founded the " Single, Couple, Groups Centre ", for which he is
presently still working as a psychologist and psychodramatist.
Because of his profession and as a person who recognizes the
importance of dreams, images, nature, life, it was during a seminary
on corporeal and emotional communication that he gave life to his
first poetical expression as a presentation of himself, namely " I am
the rainbow of the night ".
In 1986 he published his first collection of poems "Poems born in the
Summer" followed in 1987 by "Poems brought by the wind", in 1988 by
"Kites", in 1989 by "Leaves in the wind" and in 1990 by "Love and
poetry".

" I am the rainbow of the night , born from darkness in this night of
magic - you will ask me what my colours are -Close your eyes and you
will see them- ".

Terenzio Formenti
collection
"the paths of a water-diviner"

to Marisa

"you emerged from my sleep as dream and became intense reality of
days to create together"

" FROM THE DEW ALSO THE DESERT
BLOWS... ITS ROSE "
365 + 1 FOR THE LEAP-YEAR 2000
DEWDROPS AGAINST THE UNHAPPINESS

"the dew that morning descended late because she stopped for listening
the dance of our hearts"

Terenzio Formenti
Drops of dew happiness N. 1-2-3

Rafael G. Hernández M.
Drops from the book "Thus I see you, Woman"
Drops from the book "Feeling the silence"
Drops from the book "Remain here"

Terenzio Formenti
Drops from the book "Fragments"
Drops from the book "White points"

Juan Baladán Gadea
Drops from the book "Of loneliness and love"

Terenzio Formenti
Drops of dew happiness carried from the wind

Terenzio Formenti
poet and psychodramatist

DROPS OF DEW HAPPINESS

RAINDROPS ON MY WINDSCREEN

the first raindrop
falls
on my windscreen

carefully...
others
follow the path

suddenly...
furiously they race
skimming
stroking...
falling in love

tiny drops
on my windscreen

from the book " Scattered leaves "

Terenzio Formenti
DROPS OF DEW HAPPINESS N°. 1

- 1 playing baseball with raindrops falling on the windscreen
- 2 painting a shadow of joy on a sad face with the gift of a poem or
a smile or both
- 3 accepting the fellowship of a raindrop met in a ocean... or in the
rain
- 4 capturing a shadow sprung from darkness, perhaps... from the
light
- 5 stroking somebody's skin and give birth to a soul
- 6 caressing with a glance a passing person, who inspires harmony
- 7 meeting somebody's glance and feeling something new growing inside
- 8 realising that somebody is doing something for us, just for us and
that is done with love
- 9 stroking a body and realising that you are communicating with each
other
- 10 encountering a pair of eyes and feeling that they are talking to
you
- 11 realising that we are breathing in harmony with the universe
- 12 feeling that a child gives himself or herself to us because
he/she feels that we can be trusted
- 13 meeting a person who sheds his/her shell and trust us
- 14 receiving a caress which gives us life
- 15 stroking somebody's body who allows to be re-created
- 16 meeting a glance which gives us something
- 17 feeling a drop of sweat running down our back, giving us shivers
of pleasure
- 18 the rushing of leaves in a wood
- 19 climbing high up in the wind with autumn leaves caught in a whirl
- 20 coming across a whirl of autumn leaves which are joyfully rushing
towards us from the corner along a mountain road
- 21 being a grain of sand playing with a wave on the beach
- 22 being a wave breaking up on the rocks
- 23 washing our eyes in the morning and realising that millions of
eyes are opening to life that very day
- 24 being in the rain and not feeling lonely
- 25 being in the sun and realising that millions of people are
enjoying its warmth with us or suffering its heat with us
- 26 gazing at the moon with loving eyes
- 27 gazing at the moon feeling I am the only lover in the world
- 28 daydreaming knowing I'm doing it
- 29 coming across a hand which gives itself to me
- 30 touching a hand which makes us feel the pleasure of touching
- 31 waking up and realising that somebody is near us
- 32 entrusting our expectations to a burning fire
- 33 setting fire to our expectations
- 34 asking the rain how it started
- 35 asking the wind where its nest is
- 36 coming across a sound and let ourselves go
- 37 letting ourselves be captured by the harmony of the silence
- 38 meeting a person who greets us without knowing us
- 39 creating two tears of joy with a poem
- 40 receiving a smile as a gift
- 41 walking in the fog alone without getting lost
- 42 entrusting our bare body and soul... at least to the sea waves
- 43 falling asleep by a brook lulled by the murmuring of its ripples
- 44 drinking some mountain spring water which is the gift of the
universe
- 45 climbing a mountain and feeling that we belong to it
- 46 falling asleep realising that we belong to the universal sleep
- 47 feeling that the pores of our skin breath with the universe
- 48 give birth to a person thanking her/him for the gift which we
received
- 49 rediscovering now and then the little child who lives inside us
- 50 feeling that we are creating ourselves day by day
- 51 being bare in the wind and being melt by the sun
- 52 letting ourselves being flooded with the moonlight which plays in
the shrubs
- 53 following a seagull in the wind and losing ourselves in its
endless flight
- 54 loving ourselves without fear of losing ourselves
- 55 losing ourselves without fear of loving
- 56 remembering to forget and forgetting to remember
- 57 to listen in order to hear
- 58 to look in order to see
- 59 speaking and feeling the pleasure that another person is
listening to us
- 60 giving a person who is talking to us to enjoy the feeling that we
are listening
- 61 realising that every sea drop plays with its neighbours even if
it is a stranger

Terenzio Formenti
DROPS OF DEW HAPPINESS N°. 2

- 62 a stone which talks to me
- 63 a sea which tells us stories of people who love it and of those
who hate it
- 64 looking for the face of the loved one in the clouds
- 65 a swallow telling us its adventures during its trip to come back
to us
- 66 meeting a porcupine telling us its dreams
- 67 a falling star which asks us to express a wish
- 68 seeing a rainbow in a sky where there is none or in a night
without stars
- 69 wishing a good day to a person who is looking at us in search of
it
- 70 watching the passing clouds with astonishment
- 71 feeling the hold of an embrace which gives us life
- 72 realising that spring has come also for us
- 73 realising that autumn is not only the beginning of the coming
winter
- 74 seeing the smile which lights up an unforgettable face
- 75 receiving a thank you and realising that, perhaps we have given
part of ourselves
- 76 realising that perhaps happiness is not only a temporary variant
of unhappiness
- 77 walking along a mountain path where everybody greets one another
- 78 realising that "today" is not only the day which comes before
"tomorrow" and after "yesterday", but it is the first day of the rest
of our life
- 79 a flower which sings a love song
- 80 realising that the air caressing a person's face is the same
which caresses our face
- 81 realising that in a swimming pool, in a river, in a lake, in a
sea, whatever the colour of our skin, we are in touch in the same
water
- 82 perceiving our own body enwrapped in our own clothes
- 83 realising we are breathing and believing that it is a gift
- 84 feeling pleasure in being surrounded by fog

Terenzio Formenti
DROPS OF DEW HAPPINES N°. 3

- 85 lovingly gazing at the trees in the sun, in the rain, in the snow
and with the dew
- 86 laughing with the current of the stream and with the surface of
the lake rippled by the breeze
- 87 feeling on our skin the same shivers of pleasure that the
mountain may feel when the farmer preys with his scythe
- 88 searching the wood in the same way as the sun does with its beams
of light
- 89 smelling the hay in the sun and the scent of wood after the first
shower
- 90 listening to the sound of the wakening wood
- 91 daring to take that step which marks the difference between being
content, being satisfied and pretending to be
- 92 meeting two arms that receive you and donate you the embrace of
the universe
- 93 asking oneself if always the moon that we see is the same one of
that the others see, or if sometimes it can be also different
- 94 asking oneself if the idea that comes to us, even if for us it
does not seem luminous, can equally be one beautiful idea
- 95 to give some space to the foolish wise person who is inside us
- 96 to give some space to the cave man or the cave woman who still
lives in each of us
- 97 to practice discovering that, in order to come across possible
happiness, you must look for it, ask for it, give it, sow it into
yourself and in the others and wait for it along its usual path:
the five senses:
sight in order to discover visual scenery; hearing in order to
discover what can be heard; touch to discover perceptions; taste to
discover what can be tasted; smell to discover what we can smell
-98 A sixth sense may be added, to be open to the dreams, to the
"unconscious", and to other unknown languages
- 99 Other possible paths could be: body, mind and soul, and the must
important components of universe: earth, air, water, fire; the arts:
drawing, painting, poetry, sculpture, music, dance, etc.
- 100 it might be suitable to add these things: being ready to smile,
to laugh, and to use a bit of humour

Drops of dew happiness distilled and born as free association from the
book: "Thus I see you, woman",
"Así te veo Mujer" of the Columbian poet:
Rafael. G. Hernández M. <pgrupo@epm.net.co>

- 101 cultivating in the love situations not only the sense of the
precariousness and the escaping moment, but also that one of the
permanence and the eternal one.
- 102 cultivating the sense of eternal but also the authenticity and
the significance of a yesterday, today, tomorrow
- 103 Trying also to experiment that what can means to breathe myself
and with myself, breathing the other, and/or breathing with him/her
- 104 playing with the proximity to the others and a distance from
the others remembering that also they have need to play to hide and
seek with us
- 105 asking ourselves, in the couple, the friendship and the
important situations, that what can mean the word "we", and to feel
which emotions were born
- 106 doing of our taste or sense of the savour, a " landscape of the
savours ", playing to give one to the persons, things, situations
- 107 Living the encounter like a re-encounter, every time new , every
time magical
- 108 discovering for game the scent and the odour of the other and
to continue to play in the reality and the fantasy with the olfactory
landscape born from the encounter
- 109 asking ourselves that what means the name of the other and what
we feel pronouncing it
- 110 asking ourselves what specific sensation we feel when we are
called for name from the others, and specifically from " that other "
- 111 the alternation of the truths and the magic of every day
generates and re-generates the surprise of the encounter if we are
attentive and curious to the mystery and the mysteries that
continuously show themselves in the life of everyone of us
- 112 paying attention to the gift that we can receive in
the encounter with the other, and to that which can receive the
others in the encounter with us
- 113 having present that a communication is more meaningful as how
much stimulates more us to play with the nearness and the distances,
of whichever type these are
- 114 learning to caress "the life" and to let be caressed from her
- 115 it is important to cultivate the sense of the embracing of the
things and the situations that speak to us of the loved person
- 116 finding the ability of creating, re-creating, and living day
after day, the need of the mutual companionship with the loved person
- 117 paying attention so that the habit does not makes flat the
beautiful things that belong to us -
- 118 perhaps the love feed on magic, dream, fortune, but also on
much patience and tenacity
- 119 nourishing the life of encounters lived in the more possible
magical way
- 120 is not only important the magic that the others do , but also
those that "we" can do.
- 121 the others are a magical mirror in which reflecting him /
herself with, not only opened, but also sometimes, closed and dreamy
eyes
- 122 living passionately, intensely and with fantasy also the "in-
lusions".
- 123 with little or much creativity the "de-lusions can be lived
also as launch springboard towards other new and wonderful in-lusions
- 124 loving, perhaps, is also to leave that the others travel in our
body and in our mind as wanderers urchins in search of them selves
- 125 loving is also to feel ourselves taken and surprised from the
mystery of the other and not to try too much of wanting to understand
- 126 loving is also not to throw away a thing or a beautiful person
in order to prevent the fear of losing him / her or being left
- 127 loving is also perhaps to accept and to hold within us
who we are, and perhaps sometimes, also what may be painful
- 128 we meet the others for mirroring ourselves in him / her, but
what space we leave to the other for the same eventual need
- 129 perhaps it is not always important to save energies
and emotions, we can also intensely live it. We still don't know
the dynamics of the couple of forces "instant and eternal"
- 130 In the couple everyone can do pleasant shadow to the other. In
the eclipse also the moon can darken the sun, but it does not have
convenience to insist too much
- 131 loving is to ride the tiger of the uncertainty on the "how" and
the "why" of the life
- 132 loving can mean also to be able to suffer for the empty that
can derive from the absences of the other and the separations from the
other
- 133 a good play of the life can be that one learn to converse
with the persons through the things and with the things through
the persons
- 134 meeting a person that I feel renders me present in my spaces
- 135 the couple is perhaps also the encounter of an "I" and an "you"
well identified, In a " we-others ".
- 136 asking ourselves in fact how much can be important
that the other's presence be also a presence of an "other".
- 137 why the truth can be accepted naked must at least be dressed of
love and magic
- 138 why there may be the communication between two persons, nobody
of them must specialise him / her self only putting questions or only
giving answers
- 139 it take part to the love also the sense of melancholy, fear,
nostalgia, sadness and not only that one of appeal to, joy, happiness
- 140 being air also for the other. Breathing him / her and allow
that the other breaths us
- 141 for loving ourselves one must be there, is not enough to have,
not enough to do
- 142 the hope must be alive, almost since the person is alive
- 143 loving is not only mirror and hall of mirrors, but also echo and
echo-valley
- 144 to a communication of love may also taking part " The feast of
the eternal "
- 145 in the dreams world the near and the far, the past and the
future take part to an eternal present
- 146 if we listen the nature in the deep sense we feel that all take
part to the rite of the love
- 147 the "en-chantement" and the magic of the falling in love ask not
only to be remembered but also a research of renewing it day by day
- 148 In the love we meet at least a drop of mystery always to veil,
re-veal, disclose

"feeling in silence, feeling the silence and covering the paths of
the silence"

Drops of dew happiness distilled and born as free association from the
book " Feeling in silence ". "Sentir en silencio" of Rafael G.
Hernández M.

- 149 the silence is the universe that speaks
- 150 the silence is the universe that listens to
- 151 the silence is the universe that remains in order to listen to
- 152 the silence is ability to listen to
- 153 in order to learn to listen in the deep one must know to be
silent and to keep silent
- 154 the silence is ability to be silent and to keep silent
- 155 if you desire be understood try to keep silent
- 156 the silence is a very important component of the harmony of the
universe
- 157 going in search of the love that it is in me in order to listen
to the love that there is in the other
- 158 going in search of the love that it is in the other in order to
comprehend the love that it is in myself
- 159 holding oneself overwhelmed in front of the universe on the
threshold of the feeling without the urgency to break off the silence
- 160 enjoying the savour of the silence and of the silences of the
life
- 161 inventing oneself every so often a new north
- 162 feeling the savour and the meaning one of being shadow, making
shadow and remaining in shadow
- 163 bridge between me and the sun may be my shadow.. shadow of light
- 164 enjoying shadow and light: of the two lights of the twilight
- 165 experiencing the magical force hidden in us and in you
- 166 making the other new in the daily
- 167 making new the space of the always in order to feel new the
other, the others
- 168 discovering that also the silence can give savour to the
everyday life
- 169 discovering that the things that join me, and separate me from
the others is the air, the space, the sweet movement of the earth and
the heat of the sun and love
- 170 the silence is not only the contrary of the noise and the
hubbub, but it is also counterpoint, echo and completion of the word
and the harmony of the sounds and the dreams.
- 171 meeting with the various one that is in me
in order to discover my authentic one being and to discover and to
reveal "the yours"
- 172 discovering how can be important to conjugate desire of solitude
with the necessity of company and desire of company with the
necessity of solitude
- 173 living is also to donate solitude to the company
and company to the solitude, ours and of the others
- 174 the uncertainty is good companion in the
process of one life without end but not interminable
- 175 if you walk among stones you could think that you are walking on
the mistaken path, but perhaps that one could be just "the yours"
- 176 every day happens and repeats itself the miracle of the life.
The important is to be conscious of that
- 177 the light is discover and certainty, what lacks sometimes in
the life for getting near to the encounter with the illusions is to
give space to the shadow of the uncertainty
- 178 i am learning to listen, in the joy of the flowers and in the
caress of the wind, the smile of the sun and the harmony of the nature
that wraps me
- 179 at the end of our time it lets above all be the testimony of
being there
and not simply of having made something
- 180 speaking with you is easy only if I approach myself to the
whisper that comes "from the deep" of me
- 181 enjoying consciously the things that were always beside us
- 182 when I communicate myself in the dimension of the love happens
something of magical as result of this approach
- 183 searching the savour of the love helps to know the life from
the within of everyone of us
- 184 eternity is not only the time beyond the time, but also the
present
- 185 the time is a child who plays to hide-and-seek with his shadow
- 186 the time is a child who plays with the sand on the seashore
- 187 the illusions are the park plays of the possible happiness, the
important is to play and to play oneself
- 188 listening the soul silencing the force of the thought
- 189 the thought can devour the " known knowledge ", but the " savour
knowledge " will remain in the times
- 190 when your voice is silent is important that your glance and
your smile speak
- 191 returning in my habitual space I met the other in the
tranquillity of every day and in the spell of the harmony dis-harmony
between light and shadow.
- 192 listening in silence the silence of the universe is speaking
with him and accepting and proposing the risk of the dialogue

Drops of dew happiness distilled and born as free association from the
book "Remain here", "Quedate":
di Rafael G. Hernández M.

Remain here... is a question, a supplication, an order, a wish, a
outcry, a prayer... to the old sea

"stopping on the seashore saying to him

I am here, old sea
give me back as only you know
the word hidden
which lacks me...
today"

" that my words can be a time, and a space to which the others can get
near and remain "

- 193 letting oneself fly sweetly on the wings of the wind and
accompany in the travel from the harmony-rhythm of the soul when she
dance the feast of love
- 194 becoming love is "a feast" in the real sense of the word
- 195 feeling that with his / hers presence a friend can expand "my
being there" more than how I alone can do
- 196 feeling the spell of the song of the nature
- 197 recognising how much joy and love we possess
- 198 discovering in the eyes of the others the magic of spell
- 199 Living the life as encounter with the life
- 200 inventing the night as the place of our re-birth to the
everyday life
- 201 asking myself when the other goes away, what I have given to
him / her and what s/he has given to me
- 202 listening the eternity that we are living in the deep one of
every moment
- 203 approaching me to the whispering of the dreams for igniting the
colours in order to paint the fantasies of the night
- 204 not allowing that the night exhausts its light and force of its
mystery
- 205 approaching with trepidation to the mystery that is the
discovery of our inner light
- 206 listening the palpitation of your smile and the vibration of
your dance
- 207 living the night as time and the place for reloading us in our
own dreams
- 208 loving you and living my sleep in your dreaming and your sleep
in my dreaming
- 209 feeling the light that shines in your eyes as an encounter with
the life
- 210 feeling as gift that part of the other that has decided to
remain with me
- 211 transforming the uncertainty-prison in uncertainty-mystery
- 212 approaching the mystery as shadow of our light and to that one
of the others
- 213 freedom is also living like freeing the truth and the mystery of
belonging to the other
- 214 feeling that also the clouds smile when the trees dance
- 215 listening the voices of the silence of the night
- 216 doing always new "the today" that wraps us and the others
- 218 if you want free yourself, live the mystery of the light that
makes its road in you
- 219 inventing the love today will be a feast where I will perhaps
feel me the only one invited
- 220 you emerged from my sleep as dream and become intense reality
of days to create together
- 220 living the magic of the encounter... perhaps of every encounter

Drops of dew happiness distilled and born as free association from the
book " Fragments ", "Frammenti "
of Terenzio Formenti

- 221 every particle of the world is a tear of infinite
- 222 a caress can arrive also from the storm
- 223 being astonished and happy for the life that we have received as
gift and that which as gift we can give
- 224 being awake in the universe, sleeping with the universe
- 225 dancing and breathing with the rhythm of the grass
- 226 inviting the dreams of the night to dance with us
- 227 searching and finding the joy that our body-person asks
- 228 going to the discovery of our poetical mind in order to condense
fragments of the world in the harmony of the universe
- 229 picking the ghosts that ramble in the space of our mind and
playing with them
- 230 imprisoning wings to energise the liberation of the butterfly
that dwells within us
- 231 learning to receive with love, but also, if it is necessary, to
reject with "healthy" anger
- 232 living as harmony also a snowflake that falls in the fire of a
volcano
- 233 also a freedom can pass through the torments of the dependency
- 234 also with a porcupine we can converse if we lower the
defences of the logic
- 235 accompanying the wind that caress the blades of grass of the
meadow
- 236 also the things that encircle us, live, sleep, are awake; try
we to enjoy with them, perhaps, we will be less alone
- 237 living the reality of the day like something that can give
flavour to our dreams
- 238 trying to invent in us during the day that sculpture that a moon
beam patiently has constructed in us during the night
- 239 listening to the deep shiver that the wave of time has provoked
in us with its caresses
- 240 living the ambivalent wealth that every one of us finds between
a disguised face and a naked soul
- 241 being the alchemists of the life and recognising the gold
generated from our touch and also from that one of the others
- 242 accepting that everyone can tend to his/her own happiness and
can have different ways and times for achieving it
- 243 the happiness can arrive also from the sky with a feather of
seagull, it is important know it, accept it, and if possible, add our
touch of magic
- 244 there is a loneliness which is fullness and an other which is
anguish, we can share the first with the seagull that flies high in
the sky; we can commit the second to him for scattering it on the
ocean, both are a couple of forces
- 245 realising that are many the things, the situations and the
persons that we can temper with the colours of the rainbow if we try
to invent it
- 246 fascinated from the harmony of the contraries we can accept that
the others can feel us strangers and strange
- 247 stealing from the time moments of eternity privileging love to
hatred
- 248 not to feel oneself alone to go up and to come down in the
river of the life because every drop plays with the neighbour even if
it does not know it
- 249 also they of whom we don't see the eyes, have
eyes that know to watch
- 250 the air belongs to all; it separates, it joins us, let we that
she caress us and commit to her our caresses
- 251 if we try to look ourselves in a drop of rain that falls,
perhaps we risk of falling in love of ourselves and of the others
- 252 if we try to caress the air, the world shall appear to us very
beautiful
- 253 the memory of the colours of the autumn can render warm also a
winter dressed in white
- 254 also the sea, like all the things and persons that
encircle us, speaks with his eyes
- 255 if we succeed to be gift for the others, perhaps also we can
find a "good giant", that if necessary, knows instil to us the potion
of the dreams
- 256 to be able to enjoy ourselves of each moment which is given to
us for flying in the wind "until the life flows".

Drops of dew happiness distilled and born as free association from the
book: "Blanc points", "Punti bianchi"
di Terenzio Formenti

- 257 picking the black on the white and the white on the black is
easy, to pick the white on the white and the black one on the black
is magic
- 258 beying always attentive to the child who within us tends to
discover the world
- 259 to make of the present the place of realisation of the child's
dreams
- 260 to remember ourselves to keep company to our shadow, so that our
shadow keeps company to us
- 261 to converse with the stars does not mean to have the head among
the clouds
- 262 every birch is born to spring from the white mantle of snow,
and of it maintains the traces on its trunk... And we?
- 263 to be like the wind that never stops to play
- 264 to caress with the eyes what is beautiful around us
- 265 to walk with the others a path of light
- 266 breathing, when possible, sun, love, fire
- 267 to breathe with the universe because a man and a woman were
beside us before we were born
- 268 I am breeze, I am wind, I am voice of the torrent, I can
always play a new game
- 269 there is always a curious child who within and outside of us
watches us
- 270 capturing notes from the harmony of the silence
- 271 accepting to astonish and to be astonished
- 272 to search the cradle and the gondola present in every scythe of
moon
- 273 also a cloud's cub, lost among the skyscrapers, may be freed
from a little wind's gust
- 274 against the conditionings freeing our dreams
- 275 to give permission to our spirit to vibrate even if the seagull
squeaks in the wind
- 276 listening with astonishment "the things that speak to us"
without having the impression to be ever stupid, or foolish
- 277 to be breeze in our dreams, and sometimes, also in the dreams of
the others
- 278 every freedom comes from a liaison, every liaison can help us to
invent a freedom
- 279 to be an ignited candle that illuminates a dark night
- 280 capturing, even in imagination only, the smells dissolved in the
wind

Drops of dew happiness distilled and born as free association from the
book: " Of loneliness and love ", " De soledad y amor " of Juan
Baladán Gadea

- 281 knowing how to entrust him/herself to the hands of the other
and to be able to offer to the others hands to which they can entrust
themselves
- 282 living intensely also the truth of the unreal
-283 trying to be, for whom beside us that go towards "tomorrow", the
stone of the path and isle of birds and flowers
- 284 in the mists of time and the distance to return to be children
- 285 living the eternal present of a tomorrow that was yesterday
and feeling it as such
- 286 also we, are like water which flows and flows, wayfarers in
search of a sea
- 287 being river, sating myself of birds and dreams, to cradle the
moon, to sleep with the stars
- 288 travelling with the untiring stars that travel , as travels the
world with which I travel
- 289 ... and the life will burn for me until shall arrive the day
when, I knot, will return to the silence, to the clay, to the first
breath
- 290 loving you is also... leaning out myself without fear toward
tomorrow's abyss
- 291 crossing the time's borders even if with torn.voice
- 292 Every Saturday's night is equal to many Saturday's nights but
may also be very different
- 293 When the prairies vanish into the blue and into the distance,
there is always a road that leads to them
- 294 playing with the light and shadows that enter with the sun in
our house
- 295 asking ourselves what space we give to another who smiling
enters in our loneliness
- 296 why in front of a " fire that burns ", instead of enjoying the
heat and nourish him, we often ask ourselves: - but how much will it
lasts?
- 297 perhaps that which renders elusive the love is his unique
dying and living again constantly
- 298 the voice of the other does not reach me when he/she calls me,
but when I listen to him / her
- 299 going on the paths of the life can be also to walk on the sand
without goal in search of dreams and illusions lost in the sea's foam
- 300 penetrating the horizon and see and watch beyond
- 301 appointing the other is inventing him/her as light which
illuminates our conscience
- 302 for them that knows to watch, to hear and to feel, "all" plays
around us: the lake, the wave, the wind, the beach, the skin of the
evening. An unexpected playing, circular, infinite
- 303 sleeping can be also to remember the stars that tired, among the
trees far away sleep
- 304 caressing the things, speaking with them, doing that
the things speak with us. The life, perhaps, is also that.
- 305 is beautiful sometimes to dream a sea far away and that foreign
port which we perhaps did not know never.
- 306 the man is also a seagull, mysterious and white, on search of
himself, that designs in the wind unknown, invented, transparent
paths
- 307 also the stars, like girls in love , plays to invent
constellations and to furtively seeing themselves in the great mirror
of the universe
- 308 how many things we know that go beyond the words!
- 309 playing to capture dreams, stealing to them colourful petals,
inventing words, dramas and poems
- 310 believing in the flower, the seed, the book, but also and above
all in the wo/man
- 311 playing with the children and like them to invent the present
and the future
- 312 the sea invites me playing to return to being child... and
dreaming, I let rock me from him
- 313 the night plays with dreams and wishes, awakes stars that spark
far away... and call me... call me...
- 314 searching between cliffs and waves some table or piece of sail
or the compass of the ship lost in the abyss.
- 315 to wait feeding the dreams, grinding days and years.
- 316 sometimes is possible to save ourselves only living every day
in the tomorrow helping each one mutually to gain the anguish and the
oblivion.
- 317 infinite can be the friends if limitless is the hope.
- 318 like a stone that the river rolls towards the sea (and with
his hands of vegetal water rounds, caress, protects) I roll you and
you accompany me, I hold you between my hands of dreamer artist, I
mould you and you transform me, without haste, going... going...
- 319 sometimes my words become light like the wind, in silence they
caress you and play to ruffle your hairs

Drops of dew happiness carried from the wind.
by Terenzio Formenti

- 320 have we still thought that from the word's stupor can be born
the stupid and the stunned one?
- 321 have we tried to discover that beyond the knowledge as taste
it could be also the knowledge as astonishment? And perhaps, also the
knowledge as game?
- 322 who only dreams during the night, risks never see the things
that they who dream also during the day do
- 323 perhaps it is necessary to put a little of chaos within us for
being able to see a dancing star
- 324 it seems to us to meet every day obvious things and persons, it
may be useful interrogate ourselves if it is possible " to play
seriously " also with them
- 325 yesterday is history, to morrow it is mystery. "The today" is a
gift. Perhaps for that is called present (Sandra Monroy)
- 326 the time, perhaps, is not made in order to be killed
- 327 there are infinite ways for saying " Hello ". They are all
meaningful ones if they make to feel us alive
- 328 perhaps the infinite has been invented on purpose of having
place and time available for fantasise every day
- 329 often we want that the others are perfect, at least how much we
believe of being so. But we estimate the risks that we would run ?
- 330 living is also: to veil, to re-veil and to reveal ourselves to
others, and perhaps to the entire universe
- 331 perhaps the dew of the morning gives to whom are able to like
it, the laughter and the plays of the gnomes and the elves of the
night
- 332 with the light, the darkness and the colours is possible to
invent many plays and also, perhaps, a little of gladness
- 333 perhaps the possible happiness consists in knowing to give an
answer to the "if" and to the "but" of the life or in succeeding in
not searching any answer
- 334 learning to thank the others and also ourselves for how we are
and for what we do
- 335 is non necessary to worry to invent the world, but is better
not renounce to do it when it comes
- 336 inventing the present, at least when it is possible, as time and
space of the astonishment and the wonder
- 337 looking oneself in the mirror, in the truth or in the
imagination, for seeing our face reflected in ours pupils
- 338 can be a good play to ask oneself like the other sees
his/her face reflected in ours pupils
- 339 seeing our face reflected in the pupils of the other
- 340 ask ourselves if a long sigh may be a breath more or the fruit
of a breathing with economy
- 341 opening oneself to the others, at least sometime, also when it
seems that the situation may be not interesting for us
- playing to ask ourselves if satisfying always the others may be
altruism, selfishness or self-destruction
- 343 to accept the risk of finding ourselves for losing ourselves
may be truth, to lose ourselves for finding ourselves can be magic
- 344 not worrying too much to learn all so that may rests always
something to invent
- 345 why to emphasise to the other mostly or only its defects and
errors, when we expect that they do exactly the contrary
- 346 flying, necessarily, does not means to stop of remaining with
the feet on the earth
- 347 for flying, with imagination, do not serve the parachutist
licence
- 348 if we forgets things and/or persons already known and met, no
problem, you will have therefore the fortune to make "new
acquaintances"
- 349 if you have "run-down batteries" remember that for starting
again you can perhaps ask to the others a bit of energy
- 350 if the things go well is better to insert some change, it could
be an assurance against the risks of the boredom
- 351 the possible one passes also through the impossible one. An
example: to be healthy like a fish
- 352 to face, sometimes with curiosity, the wonderful and terrifying
abyss that joins and separates truth and dream, prose and poetry
- 353 to experience in the truth the difference between laughing and "
to laugh in order not to cry "
- 354 to verify in the truth the difference between singing and "not
crying"
- 355 we can learn the meant of the word freedom also from the little
bird in the cage that " if it does not sing for love, sings for anger
", but it sings
- 356 often the laughing gets confused with the crying: if it prevails
the second we will see a grin, if the first prevails we will have " a
laughing until the tears "
- 357 healing the others and healing themselves is not to dismantle a
sick person for repairing him / her.
- 358 fortunately to please to ourselves and to appeal to the others
not necessarily means to be beautiful
- 359 for being happy can be important to accept of being so and also
and more simply... notice of being so
- 360 the love and the happiness nourish themselves of sun,
astonishment and infinite
- 361 sun love and happiness nourish themselves of sun, astonishment
and infinite , but also of clouds, rain, dew and sometimes also of
hail. But in this case, it is important to find a defence
- 362 the love and the happiness are not fruits to pick, but with
which to mature jointly
- 363 the astonishment does so that the love cannot become habit
- 364 we say - happy or unhappy, provided that be love -, but everyone
hopes that his / her be an happy love
- 365 to point out to the other the beautiful things that is, has and
is doing, is a wonderful gift for him / her
- 365 +1 At the dawn of every new day, blades of light wake up fire-
flies in love sleeping in dew drops... perhaps are the our!

FROM THE DEW ALSO THE DESERT BLOOMS... A ROSE
In the night of the times a dew drop carried from the wind arrived in
sight of the ocean. Seeing many drops it was intimidated and felt
ashamed for its smallness. But the ocean, fallen in love at the first
moment, gave a shell for collecting it in the valves attending that
she, small drop, introduced to the neighbours, asked to play and blend
with them in the harmony of the universe.

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