they happen a lot. every day has it. somewhere. there is always something happening, someone can perceive as a miracle. it doesn't have to be a big thing. it doesn't have to be a thing at all. it can be anything.
it is any-x.
there was a snow in Portugal yesterday. a boy has told me so. he deserves a name, this boy. it would be nice from me to let you know, who he is. afterall, you are looking at him above. but, you see, the name he has isn't a miracle. it was given to him. however, the snow was one. to him at least it was. nevertheless, that doesn't take away its magic. for a miracle, to become one, there is just one needed to see it that way.
and so it was. a miracle happening in Portugal.
i had my share of miracles happening, too. latley even more often than the days before. but i think i just got my eyes open and my senses sharpened. it is not like somebody up high has suddenly decided to pay me more attention than usual. on the contrary. i made a decision to follow his work more attentively. so now i see them everywhere.
it was the gloves i forgot in classroom full of strangers that have waited for me. it was a phone i lost in persuite of the gloves, which waited for me exactly there, where it fall out of my pocket.
it was the shake of hands with the girl who shares the same vision as i do in fashion and art. it was the first person i talked to when i came to school, realising she is from Brazil, which made two things possible for me. it was today's meeting with Jessica, when she came by with her bike and put me on the back, so i felt like a child again, screaming and laughing. it was the salt i held in my hand, that gave me an idea for my next project. it is everything i make consciously aware. for that way i can't make anything wrong. everything becomes the next thread in a ribbon of my daily deicisions i follow. nothing is wrong, nothing is right. it is just the way it is. perfect
so, i see the miracles everywhere. i see them because i choose to. but there are some in which i find more happiness then the others. i don't wan't to put value on any of them. it is a mere reaction of my physical body. the happiness, that is. it has nothing to do with my mind being open.
and the most strangely powerful is the smile i have on my face. it comes from burning i have inside. the fire that could so easily burst into tears, can't withold its self and it causes the muscles, that are ready to crawl into crying grimase, to stretch them into largest smile. the tears just vaporise. it is the smile that has been so long put aside in my life. ignored. left alone with a simple excuse, "i have no time for that". so the smile smiles also for its self. it is a doubble smile. one reflects in my wide streched lips and the other in glowing shiny eyes focused on its cause. it is a nice smile and not seductive at all. not like a drug you need to take, because the body craves and breaks under artificial default settings. this smile is a memory. it has nothing to do even with the person or thing i am looking at. it is evoked. rised. ressurected. from the mud of pain and hurt i had in my life. it is like new beginning. or it is an end? who knows. because, i can't imagine the better way to die, than with the smile on my face.
and that smile has a name now. it has and it is a miracle. i call it Jorge.
it is any-x.
there was a snow in Portugal yesterday. a boy has told me so. he deserves a name, this boy. it would be nice from me to let you know, who he is. afterall, you are looking at him above. but, you see, the name he has isn't a miracle. it was given to him. however, the snow was one. to him at least it was. nevertheless, that doesn't take away its magic. for a miracle, to become one, there is just one needed to see it that way.
and so it was. a miracle happening in Portugal.
i had my share of miracles happening, too. latley even more often than the days before. but i think i just got my eyes open and my senses sharpened. it is not like somebody up high has suddenly decided to pay me more attention than usual. on the contrary. i made a decision to follow his work more attentively. so now i see them everywhere.
it was the gloves i forgot in classroom full of strangers that have waited for me. it was a phone i lost in persuite of the gloves, which waited for me exactly there, where it fall out of my pocket.
it was the shake of hands with the girl who shares the same vision as i do in fashion and art. it was the first person i talked to when i came to school, realising she is from Brazil, which made two things possible for me. it was today's meeting with Jessica, when she came by with her bike and put me on the back, so i felt like a child again, screaming and laughing. it was the salt i held in my hand, that gave me an idea for my next project. it is everything i make consciously aware. for that way i can't make anything wrong. everything becomes the next thread in a ribbon of my daily deicisions i follow. nothing is wrong, nothing is right. it is just the way it is. perfect
so, i see the miracles everywhere. i see them because i choose to. but there are some in which i find more happiness then the others. i don't wan't to put value on any of them. it is a mere reaction of my physical body. the happiness, that is. it has nothing to do with my mind being open.
and the most strangely powerful is the smile i have on my face. it comes from burning i have inside. the fire that could so easily burst into tears, can't withold its self and it causes the muscles, that are ready to crawl into crying grimase, to stretch them into largest smile. the tears just vaporise. it is the smile that has been so long put aside in my life. ignored. left alone with a simple excuse, "i have no time for that". so the smile smiles also for its self. it is a doubble smile. one reflects in my wide streched lips and the other in glowing shiny eyes focused on its cause. it is a nice smile and not seductive at all. not like a drug you need to take, because the body craves and breaks under artificial default settings. this smile is a memory. it has nothing to do even with the person or thing i am looking at. it is evoked. rised. ressurected. from the mud of pain and hurt i had in my life. it is like new beginning. or it is an end? who knows. because, i can't imagine the better way to die, than with the smile on my face.
and that smile has a name now. it has and it is a miracle. i call it Jorge.
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