On the deadline

Ok, I'm just on the dead line. I promised to my friend Krys from Boston that I would have written a post in this blog: and here I am. The deadline was the week-end, so I'm getting through it by the skin of my teeth. In order to be forgiven by her, I'm going to dedicate this rare post to Krys: actually she deserves it.
Krys is the most polite, kind, lovely of my American-English friends who have helped me with my English. If I had to give a piece of advice to someone about the ideal sparring partner for language excange, I would introduce  him to Krys. She really is a very earnest, cutural trigger  for the language study and, actually, when I talk to her is not at all as if I am studing.
I have not changed the title to this blog, even though I'm not in Oxford anymore. In fact I'm in Italy but a piece of my heart is still in England and the language is an important component of this true love that I feel deep inside my being. So I need people like Krys for my English, my personal growth,
my cultural open-mindness, my heart.
Thanks Krys.

Fra Lorenzo

I love this town. Really. It's not only a rethorical affirmation: it's a deep truth.
I love the way I can observe myself from various points of view.
I can feel the vibrations of my soul while it is loving, suffering, sharing itself and living, as never has lived.
I love all these people who I'm coming across in my staying here.
And I feel a tenderness in my inner part when some of them is leaving the others.
Like today, that a magical creature named as the first woman, has shared with us her last moment in Oxford sitting a coffe after lesson. Saturday she's going to fly back in Argentina.
Another piece of heart overseas.
I'm learning to love.
I'm learning to suffer.
I'm learning to live.

Lorenzo.

Absence

This is the life: love and absence. Two plants with the same root. There is love, and there is absence. If you don't prove a feeling of deep absence when you are leaving a person, you have not loved her or him. When you realize that you can feel a remarkable absence also when you leave people who you have known only from a day or two, it means that you are becoming more prone to love: and this is an anticipation of the Paradise.