Like every summer morning out on my terrace, consumed my daily cup of latte and while I was absorbed in my usual thoughts, I am inundated by a scent that I personally knew very well what? The unique scent of jasmine my very harmonic which literally surrounds the terrace of my apartment. For many, the intense smell of this wonderful flower can be nauseating to me instead of attracting attention and admiration, because they can produce in me feelings arising thoughts and memories are very dear to me, as the enveloping embrace of the beloved. I wish that these moments never end up that continue indefinitely as a perpetual motion as the waves of the sea which, as you cherish the life of the time but sometimes slap you without measure their strength. I keep getting a case according to the orientation of the wind, the scent of jasmine as an anesthetic which manages to lull me into painful thoughts and make room in pleasant thoughts of my adolescence. In fact my mind, even if on purpose, lingers in the memory of a dear friend of mine, known in Algeria during the period that I lived with my father. His name was precisely Yasamin which translates in Italian means jasmine strange coincidence! I have a fond memory of her was a sweet girl and full of interest but his greatest passion was ballet. I remember when he performed on the small stage at a small theater in Algiers that now I do not recollect the name, alas! He succeeded with his infinite grace to fill those spaces dark and dusty due to a sweet perfume from his tutu with which the blast of her graceful movements filled the small audience of a sweet fragrance of fresh clean. When I think that for many it is defined only a simple "smell" I realize what is in their thoughts and empty their minds. Because the point is not to distinguish the scent of a flower from each other, but dwell on what is know that at that moment that perfume comes in you see inside is a bit like capturing moments that make you understand something more about you . is as part of a vacuum in his life. I am happy to be part of this humanity! to be part of a PROJECT that has affected the feelings of love and not simply on the "case". I will absolutely not get involved in philosophical arguments based primarily on rhetorical or existential life supported by behavior stereotypes, but to resurrect that part of us, that all consciously or not, we have. That party like a flower by its fragrance and color expressed a perfect and wonderful in helping us to mature sensations often mistakenly taken for granted in appreciation of their feelings they generate in us that life style contrary to the Epicurean.
The time now is 12 and is a beautiful day, I do not want to get up and return home happy only to be completely at the mercy of my beautiful jasmine that has continued unceasingly introduce fragrances and perfumes to lose your head! I feel completely happy with a great desire to continue writing, remember, tell. Moments certainly unique because only yours, but totally shareable. I think that there is space in the spiritual and intellectual material that they can not share with others, I believe that all those who are unable to interact in this way is only the arrogant and cocky and add ... unhappy. While they are engrossed in my thoughts I am suddenly seized with a buzz around a bit annoyed me and I see a big bumblebee unperturbed (with a touch of bravado) sucking nectar from the jasmine instinctively I had the desire to get up and chase him, I did not want anyone or anything could ruin this "space-paradise" that I created through the delicate but continuous attention by my Jasminum officinale. But then I wonder if my intention is to want to kick an innocent insect in its sole intent of this feed on nectar that nature generously offers free and I should change my mind about everything I thought and wrote! Of course we humans are really a living contradiction read! After reflecting on what happened I try to restore some order in my thoughts a little self-pity, who knows maybe this will serve my self-examination has me ponder more about value of the concepts expressed in words that can express an idea with the intent not only to surprise the reader, but to communicate a thought with sufficient clarity and honesty. Unfortunately today, I'm thinking, we live in the most vulgar intellectual righteousness * where unfortunately people are not more attentive to their own decency and dignity of life but leave noisily drag to the point of not being able to recognize the their voices do not know how to listen more. Here again I hear the sweet scent of jasmine that wonderful feeling! a magic moment, absolutely, it's like being in a small station in a small town where the last train moves away from you until it disappears completely so such as thoughts dolorosi.Resti there alone without anyone who can scrutinize your every gesture every thought, and feel free at last carefree, happy to return home to wait for a new day, and the next morning to come out on the terrace, enjoying your unfailing latte lasiandoti enveloped by the fragrance that emanates your jasmine ............. and I think for many it is ... only a "perfume"
* Epicurean: excessive attachment to material goods and pleasures of life, resulting in devaluation of spiritual values.
* Pharisees: strictly formalistic moralism and hypocritical.
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