On a Saint Faustino’s day- traditionally empty celebration following the great in love celebration of saint Valentine’s day.
On a Saint Faustino’s day, - empty party celebration for singles- never married-divorced-widow- and all sorts of SINGLES species. Mostly in Italy. ‘’best wishes to meet the soul mate, screaming all the best, hugs and kisses and …..pisses.
I was slowly, at my own morning pace keeping tight my usual flowery big ally, a guy popped out from the park holding a glass of wine- woman or man- man dressed as a woman – saying: ‘’Perhaps I should not drink wine at this time!’’, Why not? I said. And then compliments on my shoes and lustrous lips colour choose.
On a saint Faustino’s day- which meant nothing to me every single day- Looked up into the definition and meaning of friendship and I maybe total agree with the dictionary: lat. amicitia, der. di amicus «amico»]. – 1. a. Read the meaning and check.
In my youth and later on……
Patiently listening and books reading remembrance with lots of chance.
My grandparent’s generation Italian writer- no reincarnation – no observation –
Only the FRIENDSHIP definition caught my wonderful idea of mind definition: ‘’Friendship, the real one, the authentic one, escape any definition- elusive-
Friendship has no real definition since it changes through the years- Humans do not really know why keep that tie on…
The Italian writer had only one friend who admired him the most: A WOMAN, A WRITER.
Friendship is something slippery you try to grab and hold among your hands as definition- and elude the real deep outmost meaning.
REAL FRIENDSHIP cannot be deeply defined. ELUSIVE and MYSTERIOUS.
Ones’ must like friends- admire them- support them and never poison their thoughts and guts.
LOVE?
Even more inspiring-
Couple love is something else-
EXPANSION – ELONGATION- EXTENTION- DILATION- ENLARGEMENT OF ONESELF.
It might be so- you feel expanded when in love- you go beyond with your own self and further-
When the self is restrained as in jail and with an insane – love becomes smaller- and the expansion goes back to regression to your only self.
NO ROOM FOR EXPANTION OF YOUR REAL SELF IN THE OTHER.
Read, not studied during my early youth years land later on- apolitical fellow, more left than right- saw deportation- with no reconciliation.
Scandal for those times second wife 46 his junior.
Photos here and there- and even the most advanced mind sets spat poison on his marriage to a woman 46 years younger.
I would always agree with 1 sentence: ‘’cosi e il mondo’’!
AND YET IT MOVES ONLY IN SOME DIRECTIONS- I WOULD SAY.
On the 15th of February Saint Faustino Day, meaningless celebration of consolatory love celebration.
An Italian writer, one of the most important of the 900’s
He chose the most terrible jealousy- suffering – burning deep inside of outburst did not show- never ever for dignity and free will- the much younger wife whom would be his companion until his end-
The only one still alive and living.
Love is like the Universe- it must expand- bad news the other way around-