Things never impressed me.

Position, fortune, status, titles only serve to hide the kind of poverty a person is, no matter how much they earn or achieve. Money can’t buy love, peace of mind, beauty of spirit. I have met lots of people with big houses, cars, bank statements, but sitting on very poor and limited hearts, souls, stories. I have seen the opposite too and drunk in the source of their humbleness and joy. Life is a funny dance, with unexpected music.

I want an interesting life.

Breathtaking sunsets in an idle tuesday.

Meals prepared with simple ingredients and fascinating intentions.

Touch. Long, sweet, warm kisses of passionate tenderness and accelerated heartbeats.

I want long walks. Deep conversations. Careless smiles, loud laughs.

I want that look into someones eyes, where I can see  further into myself and like what I see.

I have felt more comfort in a park bench than in a 5 star hotel.

I have felt more safe in the streets, in middle of the night, in a foreign country than in my own bed.

My real treasures I carry safely within and no one can take them away from me.

A thousand tears have washed my face but I still insist on the silent smile I feel when I close my eyes and open my heart. I may not be sure about the next minutes of my life… But I am absolutely sure I am deliberately wanting, choosing , searching (and finding) a happy, exciting and  interesting existence.

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