the air is cold and humid. I am suddenly reminded of friends' warm hands.
And with that, of the warmness in celebrating Christmas.
There is something humanly reassuring in both.
- truth?
celebration of life?
The Greek word for truth is αλήθεια and it means a revelation of what actually exists. So, then, no matter the unanswered questions, there comes a cease of the unquietness.
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Mine are not too warm, they always get cold when I write in the computer. It is as if it takes my heat.
But, I can share with you my gloves.
Ungaretti...I used to read when I was younger, and Pier Paolo Passolini.
Goodmorning to you Ibb! Well.., I've come to think that warmness comes out of love, not out of heat - wouldn't you agree? ;)
ps. I've read them too, younger too, now only a few lines remain in mind. I am not sorry for forgetting!
I agree, it comes out of love...but just in this moment I feel a bit cold in heart, and with a bit heat in my head.
I don´t know if it is flu or just cold in heart.
that's why i wrote the previous post. I see life in this succession. Our struggle against our moods and weaknesses renders us free. (but i know it is hard). All the best,
here we say: cold hands but warm heart ;)
truth, isn´t it kind of humble and strong at the same time? like we should be.
this thing about warm hands and love, you know, it´s so concrete, when i give treatments, my usually cold hands become very warm. isn´t it great! i love that :)
finland hugs greece!
cold hands but warm heart : κρύα χέρια, ζεστή καρδιά,
we say that, too!
And also:
cold hands in love,
warm hands tortured (by hard work)
;)
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