Nature inspired very short stories

Moving the posts from an old fiction blogspot blog to here. ~


~Chiffon chain of children

There is this chain made of a thick thread of chiffon, like a scarf orange and fuxia in color. there are so many children hanging from it, you will never be able to count them…The chiffon scarf is soft and transparent, two children hanging at the same point can look at each other just seeing thru it while holding thightly by their hands. where is it going the little creatures chain? where did it start? i dont remember but it’s here….i am also hanging from it, too. A man came, he was a warrior who have never been defeated on any field for ages, being his powers infinite. he began counting the children, one by one while they were swinging and rocking themseves around the scarf amidst their best laughing and giggling. One/ two, three/four he started touching their heads by couple with both hands towards either left and right side of the chain. He could have extended his arms till the end of times. Today he is still counting and i discovered where the source of the scarf lies.

~Earth children

How full is the earth? i am a earth child and you? Can you go travelling inside the earth? Yes inside inside, in Her magnificent core, we can only meet at that point.
How does it sound? No sound, there is only an enriching silent in the earth core. It is only growing for earth children, not for all kind of earth creatures. the earth is our mother, everybody knows it. But not everybody can feel + fit into her Body.
What’s your name?
earth child, i already told you.
Dont you have another name like susanna, mary, jin….?
Earth children are unnamed cause uncoloured are their faces and unspoken are their lips.

~Tree of life

Titina: Why dont you fall from the tree?

Kwan: Because my tree is too strong

Titina: Why dont you fall from that branch?

Kwan: Because it belongs to a strong tree indeed

Titina: What’s the name of your tree?

Kwan: The tree of life:

~ White chocolate

Time is ending! Yelled the girl – I am going to eat all the white chocolate because the time is ending. Do you know what the chocolate is made of? I give you the last chance yelled the girl to the motherstone. The monolyth was too busy to listen to her. There were like 15 other children on the other side of it and they were all so sweet and interested in knowing its story. The girl had promised white chocolate in exchange for the story and she didn’t turn around the huge stone to explore more. As a consequence she wasn’t aware of the children and ended up eating the chocolate alone without listening the real story of the monolyth.

It is a sunflower as high as the californian sequoias. All the children use the climb it because its stem is soft and ruvid at the same time, made of little bumps which can be helpful during the movement of going up. There are also small platforms where one can rest rising above. each platform is made of intricated roots gently coming out ofthe skin of the stem, they make up a nest of wood and cute leaves heart shaped. During the resting one can watch a movie too! The wall of the stem are so strong and particular that they even have digital screens incorporated. Each platform has a different corto going on, they usually last about 5 tyintys. the tyinty is the time unit inside the flower. it goes with some sort of a power hidden in its root. it goes with that time measure which is different. When it’s night time ths sunflower is still awaken and a huge cascade of light invest its full body. Only the children coming out from its root can have the privilege  to stay awaken when the others are sleeping.


Sssssh the country is sleeping – mocked the wizard with a whisper, overwatching the new earth planet which was developing under his eyes. His daughter was very curious to follow the improvements of this planet and she would check out on the screen every time.
Papy why human love sleeping so much? they dont like sleeping, they LOVvvE sleeping!! why papy? Here we never sleep. what happen when we sleep? will we sleep one day us too?
My adorable, do you want to know more about sleeping? Are you sure?
Go and get a little bit more of yourself, then when you will be back we will start the dynamic story of the freedorm.

~ The mermaid

See the mermaid, her tail is golden. See her face pink and rotten. Don’t go ever with the mermaid, she’e half animal, she plays with humans and make them believe she has divine powers. Only few humans really have those powers, only few of them learned to use their own energy from within. They don’t go with mermaid, sometimes they go with others humans to help them to understand why the tail was golden and why the face was rotten.

~ Vera Ever Planet

It has been hidden under your bed for so many mounths, probably years. How long have you been living in that room? In that home?
The walls were fantastic, all covered by hand painted canvas, modern designs, circles, spirals, futuristic tools and machines, with the colors of silver and gold, glittered sky blue. I have never seen such prolific artwork in all my career, i was totally stunned and impressed by the amount of creativity so strongly perceptible, so palpable, i was absorbed by its vibrations. they were so cool, incredibly cool. This is the genius, and was still looking under the bed.
The most beautiful among the painting was the one of the planet.
TITLE: the Vera Ever Planet.
Tell me something about it? How about life there?

~end~ thanks for stopping by!



Verses inspired by a dream in phase REM

Come to my heaven you are my son
See all the water, the flowers and the sky
We can swim in this sweet ocean
We can eat honey from flowers everyday
We can dance in the garden of Love
Come to my heaven you are my son
I saw you jumping on your brother
Making jokes with your sister
I am delighted my son
Your hair are shining and tigerly
The nature wants you to be like that
You belong to my heaven
Since ever you were my son
See your bothers and sisters
They are all around the garden
Laughing and playing
I can hear them giggling
They are living a dream of truth
Come to my heaven you are my son
Your mouth, velvet
Your skin, silk
Your eyes dark pearls
Your dresses petals
You are my son
Living in my heaven
Your smiling is eternally free

Three Fun songs

Again moving here posts from my old blogspot blog : (3 songs written in 2006)

1. A thought supreme

ooh Mother kundalini of my heart
i am waiting for the sparkling of your love
ooh mother kundalini of my heart
i am waiting for the thoughtless in my mind

2. Nothing can give you joy & happiness out of the pure silence.

Today is the day we want to spread our wings
 Open our eyes
 And make out vibrating souls flying around the World
Knocking to your heart.
It has been years thet we have realized where joy and happiness live:
So we decided to go out for telling people
To not stop feeling their vbrations
And spread new visions.
Wherever you are
You are realizing that
Nothing can give you joy & happiness out of pure silence
We love you man
Let us knock at your heart
let us feel your vibrations
Don’t you feel we are one Body
one Mind
one unique Flower
We love you man
Wherever you are
Wherever you look and walk.
Look at our face
We are knocking at yo
We are saying that
Nothing can give you joy & happiness out of the pure silence.
3. They will speak for you
Open your hands
Your hands will speak for you
Like oysters your hands
Pearls of vibration in them
Feel the flow coming out of your hands
Like flowers your hands
Fragrant petals of vibrations in them
Love is coming out from them
Open your hands
They will speak for you

Be shining as pearls and flowers in the space
spreading yourself in the space can free the lace
look at your face, feel your hand on your face
dance your hands in the space
…they will speak for you.

Real journalism requires vibrant minds at work

The feeling of headaches generated when starting reading journalistic oriented stuff might happen for these reasons:

  • journalistic oriented people put too much informations often recycled and summerized by other works, thus not genuin
  • they emanate vibrations of a mind who is inclined to research everything with no control
  • very often the journalists have weird hobbies and interests related to false knowledge and inexistent worlds and these tendencies can be mirrored into their articles

On the other side when the presentation of a content or topic has got origin from a brilliant and light mind the story is verily different. Explanations and sentences just flow in such a smooth way inside your mind, they do not get stuck and you do not need to read one word or one line more than one time! It is very interesting and bright when they talk for example of human happenings and at the same time make comparisons or parallels with the nature, the plants, the water, the mountains. it shows that they are very well grounded personalities with a well nourished soul.

It is not sufficient sometimes to have a big brain, collect info and read as many newspapers as possible to stay updated! It sounds frenzy, nothing new from the standard educational methods of the big schools of journalism. I mean the world goes on even without them, what’s the use to be so much updated about all different events?  Can they live without reading a newspaper for 24 hours? Or even on holiday the attention is always into those writing stuff? Then we make the excuse that we got inspired by this landascape or by that person to write and entire article about it. Can the inspiration be solely an inspiration without being translated in words all the time nowadays? I just wonder.


Child essay in Italian about freedom and slavery from Africa

Every morning a black man slave used to wake up and go to work in a cotton plantation. One day he was listening to his friends singing along the road. Those chants were laments of suffering and pain. In their melodies they used to pray and ask god to make them free from slavery and chains.

After many years from the discovery of America the black people were taken from their African villages and put on steamers; they have been sold as slaves to the American landlords. They had to obey and work for them. This is why freedom is such a wonderful thing. They have been treated as animals.


We have to love each other, white and black colour doesn’t matter. He is going to be in big trouble the one who looses his freedom. Men who loose their freedom also loose the dignity of human beings. Today black people are free citizens but it is not always easy to live together with the white ones. 🙂

[blog author: 9 years old]

Power spreads thru the writing ‘side’ of us


Not everybody likes to write. Any people has one or more than one way to express something. Confident writing blog has proposed to reflect on Powerful writing in these days. I think that there is not too much to be said about powerful writing yet one could list plenty of reasons about it. Power is power. When the power is identified with the self within and when the words are coming out from this same matrix they do carry power with them automatically. They do not have to be real, nor true, nor idealistic, nor genuine, nor fantastic….these are just qualities or characteristics. But there is something which goes beyond them and the reader just “feels it” while reading them. This something is powerful and it is very simple because it is one with the spirit or inner self – as I was commenting there too.

We do not know the story and the life of everybody, we are all different here scattered around different countries yet we are so much linked and bounded to each other. If these blogs did not existed we were bounded anyway at the same way. It is just that each one of us is growing so much inside out that he/she get caught by special words here and there in certain moments. And he/she often thinks that they were powerful. Probably because he/she simply needed those ones. It is also a game where the spiritual (there is no other word better than this one in English) forces of writer & reader connects and just enjoy it!

This vision of powerful writing is quite basic and can be valid in any area or contest where the written words are utilized very much for communicating.

Writing letters by hand: fashionable?

Today I run into a beautiful love poem by Rumi and sent it over by email to my husband. Then I suddenly thought the time is passing without me writing anymore love poems or letters by hand!!

Writing letters has been a constant in my early life, enabling me to keep all different kinds of relationships with sister, friends, aunts, even to my parents until last year, although they keep checking the email. Wherever I was I used to send (and receive of course) letters to everybody. One interesting story is that I still carry on (now thru email) my “pen-pal communication” with a friend since 1986 which started as intercultural exchange supported by an English teacher. Isnt it cool? And I know somewhere at my parents house there is a metal box with all her letters. And not only from her!

Writing letters had helped me so much to grow things inside, because they were all contents coming straight from the heart. Usually my letters used to travel to:Italy- Croatia –Germany –New York –California –Colombia –Hong Kong.

 Why were hand written letters so appealing? Are they resisting the new technology?

Today I notice still find some time to write a short letter all the times I send a parcel over, taking advantage of the fact that it is traveling with something else. Yes, maybe we are too busy in these modern cities to put some sentences on a sheet of paper and then go to the post office …