The breath of a soul….

the breath of the soul is not tangible, lies in the smile of each of us, and as an instrument of a thousand strings, touches the high notes falling like shooting stars rare and free …



I flew through the clouds, I heard the whistle of the wind caress my ears I heard the sun warm my irises …. then I woke up and the cold gloomy breath of reality gave me a good morning …

When I look at that magnificent INFINITE DEEP BLUE COAT THINGS SEEM TO LAST FOREVER And the breath of the soul is not tangible, is in the smile of each of us, and as an instrument of a thousand strings, touches the high notes falling like shooting stars rare and free … 


  tear is an angel who descends to the heart of every one of us and brings joy, sorrow, disappointment, love, loneliness, grief and pride, the tears are the pearls of the soul .


Forests of spades, interspersed in the mounted horse herds, now passed the narrow bridge, and then arrange themselves in an orderly fashion under the low green hill, in front of other human woods. Sometimes this deployment was bloodily decorated by puffs of grenades that the artillery of Welleinstein distributed generously. When Mansfield thought he had sent enough men to the ‘river, brutal shooting and impetuous attack. Preceded by the fire of muskets pikemen moved before walking quickly, then slower and more lilting, clashing with the enemy formations, well ready to welcome them. Screams, curses, invocations, fanfare rose from the banks of the river, up to the Protestants, exhausted, not retreated, leaving a long trail of dead and dying wounded behind. The Mansfield But he did not feel satisfied, he thought that the fresh imperial troops were not equal to their mercenaries veterans, and ordered a new, more vigorous assault. Once again the two human forests clashed, screams and blood poured into the narrow space between the bridge and up the hill, while a tired sun melted the last morning mists. The battle now continued for over two hours, without neither side was able to prevail. The enthusiasm of Protestants waned with exhaustion, while now it seemed clear that the Imperials, as most unprepared, had reserves of men such as to ensure a continuous supply of fresh men to replace the dead, the wounded and exhausted. The armies of Mansfied had now reached the limit of effort when he suddenly saw that Wallenstein had another surprise in Serb for them: hordes of horsemen, armed with sabers and long pistols from the saddle swarmed against them by both the unprotected flanks . The Protestant ranks they were shaken as by a storm and began to disintegrate first, then they gave a stampede across the bridge, a few hours earlier had crossed careless, tormented by the imperial cavalry, that it mowed a saber like ripe wheat. They left behind if the pikes muskets, even the precious guns, many even hurled impetuous flow of the river in order to escape the clutches of the enemy troops.
The Mansfield watched transfixed to the destruction of his army, only to be forced to a stampede for the approach of the first riders opponents. His star now had been obscured by the blinding new astro: Wallenstein.



A Gun can kill a body;

A Fire can burn the memories;

A Wind can chill thoughts;

Anger can rage till it tears you apart;

A Smile can light a day, a soul and warm the coldest of the hearts…

The Silence

Live and enjoy the silence of oneself, does find calm and serenity to warn breaths and sighs of someone who loves you to hear no evil, but only the good of those around you, because in the deepest silence, the silence also smile … can make noise, wonderful smile, which incline to life the huge tiny roar of what is immovable remember ……  

You’re never far away enough to be not found. fate has its punctuality, while looking behind the door of the soul where the memories of everyone hide.   

Friendship and poison…..

Some people come into our lives, Leave footprints in our hearts, And we are never ever the same, them kiss is the poison in which alI of us want to live the last breath.  



Cheerfulness removes the rust from the mind, lubricates our inward machinery, and enables us to do our work with fewer creaks and ;groans. If people were universally cheerful, probably there wouldn’t be half the quarreling or a tenth part of the wickedness ;there is. Cheerfulness, too, promotes health and immortality. Cheerful people live longest here on earth, afterward in our hearts.  

Many Times….

Many times we live of feelings, the soul is a mirage. Many times we are living of illusions a mirage of the mind. Many times we are living of dreams is a mirage of the heart. Many times we are living of hopes, is a mirage of the senses. Many times we live with love, but it’s just a feeling, an illusion, a dream, a hope of life.