The one who loses, takes it all…

A kind heart is a rebellious heart because she doesn’t fit in.

We often hear that God’s denial of our desires is simply a redirection, and as cliché as it may sound, it is the truth.
God does not deny us something we want; He simply keeps a door closed because He knows – He has seen things we cannot see, heard words we cannot possibly hear, and He knows not only what our hearts desire, but also our potential and what we deserve.
If someone has disappointed you or treated you badly (whether at work or in your personal life), stop knocking on the same door. They have already shown you their face; they have already shown you who they are.
The world does not end with a failure, or with a disappointment, or a setback.
What matters is to remain friends with God and to be at peace with yourself, with your conscience. What seems like failure may be God’s plan to protect you or to shape you, in order to welcome His final plan for you.
That is why in the end, the one who initially seems lost is the one who gets it all…because he does not even make discounts in his dreams, and sleeps with his conscience at ease, having won the greatest gift: the love of God!

The Mask ~

Cheapness is just a mask

to the incapable of mercy

In the honesty of their zero,

that’s where I Love Them

With lightning, they separated in two

body from soul hook

Do whatever you want to the bodies

The opium inside is nobody’s business

It is inversely a honey

This lightning I searched for tonight

Words are leaven for a song

Let the aromas pass

– like a puff of smoke, the image

Wearing revealing clothes hides a lot

Even if they appear to be undressing

They wrap veils around the hips

They wrap their hips around borrowed poles

The veils open, but the cold remains intact

They have a passion half for life-like death

They have a breath they waste,

Saying that they are always waiting for something

crimson their open door

In the age of innocence

I wanted to cross it and save them

Imprisoned and without following too

I know I love their beginnings

I fear their endings

Because they are fatally written

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