A deaf person who has been pleasantly stuck in a dimension between dream and reality, where my sign language turns into written poems.
“Body language is poetry, it is basic, it is essential, it is universal, it is innate.
The synchrony of the energetic vibrations that produce the body movement is more powerful than the voice, creates more extensive dynamics and has a greater influence on shaking the inner energies”
Could everything I went through in my childhood be avoidable?
Why do I like many other people see or have seen so badly about life?
How did these pessimistic thoughts arise?”
“Forget for a moment the “standard” programming created in your human society, for an instant evade the habit of always replying “I’m fine” almost as if it were an empty, nonsense answer of absolute frivolity.
This time we don’t underestimate the deep meaning of asking “how are you?”, So don’t rush to answer, I’m not here to judge you, we’re not here to be perfect.
And now, I ask you again:
How are you, for real?” Continue reading How are you?
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