... we can not do anything, the circumstances do not allow us to approach, or the person proves to be refractory to any gesture of solidarity and support. So, we just have to love. At a time when everything is useless, we still love, without expecting rewards, change, thanks. If we are able to behave in this way, the power of love begins to transform the universe around us. When it appears that energy is always able to carry through his work. "Neither time nor will change the power of man. You love to transform it, "writes Henry Drummond. In a newspaper, I read of a child brutally beaten by their parents in Brasilia. He brought serious consequences: the paralysis of some parts of the body and loss of speech. Hospitalized, was tended by a nurse every day, repeating: "I love you." Although the doctors claimed that the child could not hear and that his efforts were useless, she went on to say: "I love you, do not forget." Three weeks later, the child recovered the right motor. And a month later, started talking and smiling. The nurse makes no interview, the newspaper reported his name, but the traces of his efforts will always: love heals. Yes, love transforms and heals. But, sometimes, deadly traps architect and ultimately destroy those who have decided to fully enjoy. It is a very complex feeling, although it may be the only reason to continue to live, to fight, to try to improve. It would be irresponsible to try to define it as everything that dwells in humans, you can only try. You write books, are set up plays, films are produced, are made up poems, sculptures are made of wood or marble, yet the artist manages to convey only the idea of \u200b\u200ba feeling - not the feeling in sua pienezza. Comunque, io ho imparato che l'amore è insito nelle piccole cose e si manifesta anche nel nostro atteggiamento più insignificante: ecco perché dobbiamo sempre averlo in mente, quando agiamo o quando evitiamo di agire. Sollevare la cornetta del telefono e pronunciare quella parola affettuosa che abbiamo taciuto. Aprire la porta e fare entrare chi ha bisogno del nostro aiuto. Accettare un lavoro. Lasciare un impiego. Prendere la decisione che avevano finora rimandato. Chiedere scusa per un errore che abbiamo commesso e che ci tormenta. Rivendicare un diritto. Aprire un conto dal fioraio, un negozio assai più importante della gioielleria. Alzare il volume della musica quando la persona amata è lontana, abbassarlo quando è vicina. Saper dire "yes" and "no" because love is compared with all the energies of man. Choose a sport that can be practiced in two. Do not follow any formula, even those written in this paragraph because he needs the love of creativity. And when none of this is possible only when left alone, remember this story, sent to me by a reader. A rose longed day and night the company of bees, but no one came to rest on its petals. Nevertheless, the flower continued to dream: in the long nights, he imagined a heaven where circling myriads of bees, which rested kissing him tenderly. With this dream could last until the next day, when he returned to hatch con la luce del sole. Una notte, conoscendo la solitudine che la attanagliava, la luna domandò alla rosa: "Non sei stanca di aspettare?" "Forse si. Ma devo continuare a lottare." "Perché?" "Perché se non mi schiudo, appassisco." Nei momenti in cui la solitudine sembra annientare ogni bellezza, l'unica maniera di resistere è quella di mantenersi aperti."
Paulo Coelho
(tratto da "Sono come il fiume che scorre. Pensieri e riflessioni 1998-2005")
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