It’s raining… raining again… divine kisses are falling from heaven. Frozen by winter cold and a thirst by renaissance touch, the earth lets itself embraced by crystals’ lyricism from above… lets itself pampered, purely and unconditionally loved, so as humans forgot to do it. Humans forgot to believe and hope, that’s why their faces are gloomy when it’s raining in the outside world. They don’t admit the weather’s ugliness from the own universe. If they believe, they will know after rain the sun is going to shine brighter… the rain is only a respite for regaining love and confidence in humans. Our soul ran dry, our cogitation is dusty and the feeling is rusting… the rain does not quench us any more and the fire does not melt us. We are empty, dry and blocked in the winter’s cold. Its touch is tender, the voice sublime… I don’t want nothing more than close my eyes, lie down on earth and let the drops trickle slowly exploring my body. I want to feel its tenderness letting it wash away my pain and doubt. Only it can listen my silence and understand my stray soul in the failures’ eddy. I thirst and I miss the sentimental rain which can flood my existence for setting my affective mechanism….
