Anguish is the symptom to indicate that the heart wants to speak, but there’s no language capable of translating it. It’s the heaviness of the soul that feels end that needs to be eased. It’s the pain of existing not handling to stand the lack of some undefined thing and that completes one’s craving of life’s desire of expressing itself. It’s an illness that stifles within, sucking its living energy and acting as a free and self-determined form. It is compared to missing someone that you love too much and can’t stand anymore. Its cure becomes possible in the connection reached with the sacred, that permeates and completes everything, making possible a sweet and mysterious encounter with the Creator. Only, as a matter of fact, love is capable of easing the anguish of the soul, raising it to the most reachable feeling to human being. To love; to love always and never letting anything prevent your expression. When love is present in the human heart, nothing can be reprehensible or discriminated. Love is the propulsion of the Universe. Let’s always love.
Translation and picture by Flau Fontenelle.