2019/10/23 - Meditation - You are

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Hearing jazz

You are dancing with me into the eyes of my imagination, as into those of so many pretending to be yours because they dare see you to be their.

You will never be mine, you will never be theirs, before you dare to find the path of your own love for somebody you choose.

Since for a while you exist you should have to do it. Since for a while they exist in your presence, they would have to disappear for their own imagination.

I'm listening to jazz music narrating the story of love between two, between all, between nobody. I'm full of the sounds making my mind clean, the words are the words and their story is everytime the same story, story of love belonging to beloved one. Amen