My life, as human being, was meant to be an ordinary one. That's too bad!
But life is beautiful because you win and you loose. You rise and you fall.
Life is a cicle to face with decision and harmony.
You can choose.
You can evolve in a serious person, collecting the past as a heirloom, and spend your time complaining around; or you can grow and live it up, learning how to smile while facing events that everyone calls disgraces or problems and then, once old, you will be child again.
In the first case you will be sad, thinking your pain is outstanding and unique.
In the second case you will know happiness looking at the sadness in the eyes, feeding your inner joy to fight the pain.
Because life is so delicate and short to admit sadness and pain, for just a moment.
And then choose joy and happyness That's here and now.

Dedicated to Ambrogio Fogar
[  Α  13-08-1941   Ω  24-08-2005  ]


Eclectic, essential, extroverted poet, Paolo Giuseppe Zanaboni was born in Milano, Italia on a August 11th of the XX century. And never came back.