paolo Paul denaro

Among the tops of the forest canopies, across sun swept plains, down mountains, water flows till its arms outstretched form deltas river beds. That is our purpose, to flow through and out everywhere like water and where it goes. The job at hand is never secured by means of my choice, I follow the words from the ones above till it is my turn to make heed and support my mate beside, in front and even behind me.

As simple as the name suggests, rain forest economics is a broad based idea where nature, and its key components, plants and animals, are united in the struggle for its one obvious natural resource. Light. From the very first seedlings that spring from the mulch and compost grounds, where years of decay and debris have added up into a rich and viable ground coverage, the seedlings approach is in the seeking of light. That's if it doesn't get eaten by a caribou or used as a source of soft laden bedspread for an ant queen. Every part of the rain forest is dependent on each other.

Triumphantly, punching my chest, clenched fist, three times. Boom, boom boom. I need to remind myself of it. Remind myself not to judge the oddly few bad times, remind myself of the achievements, remind me of the legacy we created together. For it is through our children, who will remain once we are gone, that I mark myself and remind me not to drop my head. It was our love that created them firstly and foremost, and it is our love that sustains and empowers them.

These days one can measure thoughts and intent, through the result of actions assumption. But one can fail this social experiment in the same context too. Am I an angel? Hardly, or did I just expect too much?

the banana leaf It is likely that in its vision of oneself, the obligation of staying true to form must have been overlooked. Imagine, the absolute gravity of formulating the invention of the cat, with the means of the evolutionary process, and the canvass of matter by the theory of a big bang. As my mother would say, your father’s 15 seconds of glory brought you along.

When is an entry, one to remember? Is it the clothes, the subtle yell on arrival, perhaps, the person you have made your entry with. Either or, like the entry, I will go ahead and tell you exactly what this is about. Well, it's not a fantasy novel, or some ordinary tale about someone in my life I just need you to know about. It's the tale of my loss. How i was held the most special of things, of what was everything and somehow blew it. How I spent the better part of a lifetime looking, till one fateful day, where I told a friend of my story, she introduced me to her.