Wanderings of my mind while reading Jose Saramango during a commute.

I do speak,
I do speak my heart, I do speak my thoughts, I do speak my emotions, I do speak my dreams. Sometimes i do that in words, however we are not just words so I do speak and witness how I am through my actions, my smiles, my simple movements.
Don’t we all do that?
Aren’t we all mirrored in the things we do and say and all of them describing and painting what we truly are?

Besides all this I do stay silent too though. When doing that I do “listen” to myself. In the end I do try watching within much more than people think. Honestly, expressing my thoughts is for me another way of listening to myself. As I do write these lines I am learning about myself.
on’t we all work like that, after all?

It is when I listen to myself that my deepest thoughts get to life and blossom. It happens when I walk, when I see the smile of a child, the kiss of a lover, a man adjusting his hat, listening the absurd things people say, or having sun beams hitting my crazy self.

I love to smile, to giggle, the laughters, the beautiful simple things, the stories that speaks to my heart kidnapping my attention. I love what makes my soul vibrate. I get magnetically attracted by the things emoting me and those teaching me something, those makes me struggle to make time. So, I do that, and then I come back to my routines feeling richer, and more capable to give.
Often feeling an urge, the urge to witness what I felt and to share what my soul has distilled as beautiful and (to my soul) worth.

It is beautiful to shiver, it means we are alive.

Kitty