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By chasing away the Evil in us we will also chase away the Good. This is man’s paradox, to search himself without ever fully finding himself. We will have to know how to maintain the balance between Good and Evil to the best , and then turn the worst Evil in a lesser Evil and God in a better Good, so that the current Good would become a evil of the future, which can also be surpassed eventually leading to the true worldwide religious society, in which religion will no longer be seen as a set of rules according to wich we have to e singing in any moment odes and Alexandrian hymns to divinity, but more likely as an indicator of true happiness and fulfilment of humanity.

What can the love in my soul be compared to another wonderful soul which is so far and yet so close of my self? What can this symbiosis between two souls can be? What can love be when you feel you cannot sleep at night, that every drop of dew becomes a crystal in your heart, when every breeze of wind has magical meanings? What can love be when you feel that you want nothing more in this world that to be with the soul you love? But what can love be in other transcendental realities? What about our souls? Are our souls a waterfall, a true Niagara or a smile, a flirt of an angel? Are our souls a mere mood of a fairy or a lightening in a summer rain?Our souls could be all of this and much more. But what really happens in that transcendental reality when we feel we are truly in love, that we love so much that it hurts? That the air in the room is unbreathable, that the sentimental, spiritual or physical distances kill us? What happens when dawn find us sadder than ever, looking for an excuse or an argument for the person we love so much, our Great Love? What are all thses? What are the looks lost in the desert horizons of unfulfilment or those in the eyes that deeply loose each other in the others inside the souls?

Didn't even knew what love meant before she appeared in my life. Only know I understand that great love does not consist neither of dependency to a person, nor of selfishness, but is much more than this. It is like when you immerse in the eternity of your own soul, in that place which you think belong only to toy, but where you meet the other. Only there you feel her deep look and you realize that you are eternally present in her soul and in her most private parts of her being. You realise that nothing matters, not to cry, not to shout. You realize that everything there is and everything there will be does not even exist, are not worth the smallest leaf which fell from the tree of the live of each one of us. And then you feel the need to touch the soul with your hand, to embrace it, to feel its breath, to know it closer to you than you are yourself. You want to kiss it, to share your entire life with it. Love has such an impact that you understand that it is much above what you call life, Then you realise that no matter how much you try to embrace it, and kiss it, and feel its breath, all that can never be done, because you kill kiss only the man, you will feel his breath and embrace it. You will realize that that soul will be much above your life. As you are above hers. You will understand that being with that soul is not possible through caresses, not word, nor kisses, but much more, though an unprecedented torment that you will not be able to sustain, no matter how much you want it, as it is so painfully sweet, a consuming fire that will burn in you in all the eternal moment of your life. And what else remains? What remains in my place and in hers? The ashes of a memory? From which a new love will resurrect as the Phoenix bird? From the ashes of this crazy torment? This is our life, the life of the soul mates, of always seeking one another and when they find each other they consume with the love of their love.