As an omen of a new year full of happiness I want you to read this e-mail that was sent to me long ago ...
grew up learning that happiness is not 'one of the great things ... not 'the one that chases at fifteen, when, like gladiators fought the world to come out victorious ... Happiness is not 'that which is pursued Affan believing that love is all or nothing ... not 'the strong emotions that make the "pop" and explode out with spectacular thunder ... Happiness is not 'one of skyscrapers to scale, challenges to win constantly test.
grew up learning that happiness and 'made of little things but precious ... and learn that the smell of coffee 'in the morning and' a little ritual of happiness, which are enough notes in a song, the feeling of a book by the colors that warm the heart, the flavors are enough of a kitchen, the poetry of painters of happiness, that just the nose of your cat or your dog to feel a little happiness.
And you learn that happiness and 'made up of emotions on tiptoe, on the quiet of small explosions that expand the heart, that you can touch the stars and the sun to shine his eyes.
grew up learning that happiness is not 'one of the great things ... not 'the one that chases at fifteen, when, like gladiators fought the world to come out victorious ... Happiness is not 'that which is pursued Affan believing that love is all or nothing ... not 'the strong emotions that make the "pop" and explode out with spectacular thunder ... Happiness is not 'one of skyscrapers to scale, challenges to win constantly test.
grew up learning that happiness and 'made of little things but precious ... and learn that the smell of coffee 'in the morning and' a little ritual of happiness, which are enough notes in a song, the feeling of a book by the colors that warm the heart, the flavors are enough of a kitchen, the poetry of painters of happiness, that just the nose of your cat or your dog to feel a little happiness.
And you learn that happiness and 'made up of emotions on tiptoe, on the quiet of small explosions that expand the heart, that you can touch the stars and the sun to shine his eyes.
And you learn that a field of sunflowers enlighten you know the face, the scent of spring wakes you up from winter ... sit and read under the shade of a tree and free the mind relaxes.
And you learn that love and 'made up of sensations delicate, small sparks in the stomach, presence of nearby too distant ... and learns that time expands and that those five minutes are precious and long over so many hours ... and you learn that you just close your eyes, turn on the senses, sfornellare in the kitchen, read a poem, write a book or watch a photo to cancel the time and distances and be with loved ones. And you learn that
hear a voice on the phone, receive an unexpected, happy moments are small.
And you learn to have in the drawer and the heart, but precious little dreams.
E impari che tenere in braccio un bimbo e' una deliziosa felicità.
E impari che i regali più grandi sono quelli che parlano delle persone che ami.
E impari che c'e' felicità anche in quella urgenza di scrivere su un foglio i tuoi pensieri... che c'e' qualcosa di amaramente felice anche nella malinconia.
E impari che nonostante le tue difese, nonostante il tuo volere o il tuo destino, in ogni gabbiano che vola c'e' nel cuore un piccolo-grande Jonathan Livingston.
E impari quanto sia bella e grandiosa la semplicità...
And you learn that love and 'made up of sensations delicate, small sparks in the stomach, presence of nearby too distant ... and learns that time expands and that those five minutes are precious and long over so many hours ... and you learn that you just close your eyes, turn on the senses, sfornellare in the kitchen, read a poem, write a book or watch a photo to cancel the time and distances and be with loved ones. And you learn that
hear a voice on the phone, receive an unexpected, happy moments are small.
And you learn to have in the drawer and the heart, but precious little dreams.
E impari che tenere in braccio un bimbo e' una deliziosa felicità.
E impari che i regali più grandi sono quelli che parlano delle persone che ami.
E impari che c'e' felicità anche in quella urgenza di scrivere su un foglio i tuoi pensieri... che c'e' qualcosa di amaramente felice anche nella malinconia.
E impari che nonostante le tue difese, nonostante il tuo volere o il tuo destino, in ogni gabbiano che vola c'e' nel cuore un piccolo-grande Jonathan Livingston.
E impari quanto sia bella e grandiosa la semplicità...
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