Angel in disguise

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7 September 2015

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I followed you in the light and when I saw you crumbled on stones and crush the fire in the sky, I imagined it was something there more powerful than me. I understood that even if I crushed the pieces of glasses underneath your feet I would not get as high as your wings. So, I put on mine and challenged the wind.

I started to walk the paved streets following the rays of light in the quest for the transformation to come. A quick fragile step into the void and all the wings would have worked their magic. Under the playful whistle and the strong calling, the idea was catching frames. No more thoughts, no more ideas, just energies, floating energies!

I stumbled on pieces of thorny roses when I stepped out of my own alley. Never stopped, though! Wings started to grow from within! It was a force I could not protrude or understand. But it grew each time I was trying to find myself on that alley and step on those thorny roses ... bleeding, crawling, and screaming.

And, when your wings finally start to grow you enter the path of light and get to know some meanings of what is behind you or what is to come. You start to catch the meaning of flying and being closer to the light, enjoying every part of it and becoming one.

So, I started playing with light, with moods and new dimensions. It was clear: till then I was nothing but an angel in disguise torn by the ordinary gray dust, filled with pitiful ideas and superficial states of mind, struggling to get to the light. So, I had to find my own path on my own steps ... that peaceful lane where you find yourself. And to find yourself, you must keep going, you must keep plunging your feet on that lane and jump into the void.

On that lane I walked that day when my wings started to grow... from within. And I have never stopped ever since!