Join Common Purpose On everyone's lips A heart of gold.

Dear ones, 

This week made me reflect upon The United States  
who has withdrawn him/herself from JCPOA .
The words shared during my vision are written here to be an instrument for thy 'peace'.
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I might be a dreamer, but I am not the only one.
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In a world where all stands for one and one for all is no way without you. 

Be aware of each step is the ground on which you stand. 

Let it be driven with the heart for all. 

Alive in you is the soul the breath that walks on earth. 

It realizes the voice aligned with home where the heart is. 

 Let each act be its sound purely connected with the best for us all. 

Peace starts with us, the essence of creation.

Go to Elyssa, The Beloved

How Deep Is Your Love?

I know your eyes in the morning sun

I feel you touch me in the pouring rain 

And the moment that you wander far from me 

I want to feel you in my arms again 

And you come to me on a summer breeze 

Keep me warm in your love, then you softly leave 

And it's me you need to show 

How deep is your love, how deep is your love

How deep is your love? 

I really mean to learn 

'Cause we're living in a world of fools 

Breaking us down when they all should let us be 

We belong to you and me 

I believe in you

You know the door to my very soul 

You're the light in my deepest, darkest hour 

You're my savior when I fall 

And you may not think I care for you 

When you know down inside that I really do 

And it's me you need to show 

How deep is your love, how deep is your love

How deep…

Bee Gees

My Wish...Let us serve one another with love as our guide.

I caress your hair...

... and taste the night

sliding, over my fingers,

spiraling, 

I entwine with your body

through the flood of our love,

the ocean of the heart in a drop,

flowing, to you from the eye

that sees in being love.

More about the book Ellysa click here. 

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More about the book Ellysa click here. 

In the light of the #MeToo and Time’s Up campaigns sweeping Hollywood, the sudden necessity
for black awards-season eveningwear wasn’t lost on the audience.
All present weirdness considered, Surrealism and the dreams of women are pretty apt territory
for a Christian Dior Haute Couture Collection of Spring 2018.
Maria Grazia Chiuri’s feminist research instincts took her there.

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Read the full article of Sarah Mower in Vogue click here.

Do not touch me.

"The truth will set you free" (Jn 8:32)

Pope Francis has denounced the "snake tactics" of those who spread fake news, saying the first case of misinformation is in the Bible 

when Eve is tempted by the serpent to eat the forbidden fruit.

Follow this link to the BBC news article.

More about my book Elyssa you can read here

The blue spot in the dark.

Imagine a woman in a state of psychosis. 

Her eyes tell you the pain she lives.

The anxiety of her past speaks in an insecure, aggressive way that colours her voice with a restless, broken heart. She searches for a listening ear to tell her truth even while she accuses you and her environment of being a spy who follows her in every breath she takes. Even when you are a murderer in her eyes, someone who tortured her, she holds on to you because instinctively she knows she can trust you. 

Words chatter between her need to be supported and her fight to accept she was a victim of trafficking. Her fear for being imprisoned by the bad men withholds her to tell the concrete facts of her story. It keeps her unconsciously from the freedom she searches out of the conditions women's refuge need to follow to give shelter to her.

Imagine that same woman being without papers, no home, desperately searching for a safe place. She knocks at your door as a little child that is in search for a warm nest.
You are aware of her struggle, her desperation to find a way out of that hellish place as she names it. Still, there is no place for her. In our society we need a paper to be treated in a hospital, to be taken care of as a human. We need to be normal for the safety of others. Can you tell what that is?

Imagine yourself of being that woman abused by her traffickers. Brainwashed by power, money, hunger for sex. 

Imagine yourself being thrown in the street as a dog that gets his pet identity card easier than you.

Imagine yourself suddenly remembering the horror you went through from six years until the fifty year old woman you are now. 

Imagine you finally finding the courage to start to tell your story, yes in a psychosis whereto women’s refuge deny your demand for support. Out of the danger it can be for their inhabitants. Can you get it ?while you only asked for a bed.

SAL

          United hands 

carved your name
with your deep sighs
succeeding from each line 
dissolved your fear 
into the smile 
drawn
in your eyes as the light 
that connected us with the soul of life
forever present in the country 
that gave rise to your name.

Salimah,

 peace, security 
where you stand for,
let you be, immensely,
like the mother of her children
who lifted her spirit,
bowed gratefully
for each learned written letter.

Salimah, 

woman of peace
immortalized in the hands 
united
as the heart that connected us
while the song sung your name
luminous 
in your joyful eyes.

SALIMAH