Do not be afraid of death …
March 15th, 2011
When I was little, I was afraid of death because she had taken my father. And one evening, as I confided in my mother shamefully, so little time to never see her again:
Where is my father, mother? Death, the word that separates us, scares me.
And she, laughing and patting me, told me:
-Don ‘t ever be afraid! What folly, my sweet prince orchid! Lou, my love! The other day, was not happy when you came to court these travelers came from the deserts of the West? These vast lands that we know only by their stories and the beauty they bring? Have you not been dazzled when they discovered, wrapped in silks, Fashion Jewellery , weapons, vases with the contours of such purity that they all remained stunned this new perfection?
You see, death is nothing else.
On this earth we are travelers in search of beauty. When death takes us, perhaps because our eyes are worn out and useless, it leads us to the temple of all memory on the star to the rivers of ice cliffs and golden.
Frost is ice preserves.
The gold, the metal that alters nothing.
Do not think death is sad.
That day, welcomed by our predecessors, we dazzle, opening our hearts and memories, offering the beauty we’ve gathered day after day.
For there is no other reason in our lives.
The joy that you’ve done your treasure, you, finding all the ones you love, all those glorious predecessors who also had engraved golden memory for centuries, you linked to all the others so that all others can read it and love.
How could you be afraid? Who would want you evil?
You’re so precious, you, like everyone else, messenger of eternal images.
Evil is the illusion of a second.
Eternity and beauty of all life.
Story of Prince Lou
Huaxia
The immensity of flowers and beauty
A thought for all those whom death has torn the simple happiness of days …