It is like being filled up with that purity of a spring morning that does not leave any doubt in the heart. There are probably a lot of things I’ve forgotten I am able to do because I’m so busy just experiencing happiness in its pure form.
At the moment I am single, but I do not get the feeling of loneliness. It is something to feel as if this place was created for people like me. Finally, I find here—unlike other places I place myself—such a calm and profound sense of the world at rest that I slip into it. I couldn’t write now—nothing, not a single line—and I am probably closer to the art than I’ve ever been.
If one day I decide to rest by a stream, in the middle of the tall grass and warm sun and the rich vegetation of the valley, there are plants I never knew existed. I try to follow the discussions of ants and other tiny creatures; they are alive, and everyone of them has secrets.
To me, these are not meaningless phrases, but the times in which I feel close to something divine, to love, that gives sense to everything. And then, when that evening descends and my mind is full-on saturated with this Earth, this Sky, this life—yes, this life—it constricts, it shuts down.
Sometimes I want to hold it till the end of time and pour it on the paper so another human being could have this feeling in him; it’s like a soul twin, almost.
Also, it is too much to express this beauty. And here I’m standing, just being happy here—in the place where the souls are free to be happy for no reason.