walls, spaces, are the silent witnesses of our life, why not assume that they absorb our pain, our emotions, the energy of people living with us. To do more deep cleaning, I find increasingly that is steeped in my house. There are walls where tears, anger, filth, pain, curses have their resonances, the walls also have to stroke them, we must ask forgiveness, you have to kiss them, love them, are those walls that contain our privacy; better if we eyes are clean and not tarnished. My plants
greet me every day, I tell them they're beautiful, I love them, water them not only with water but with my love, they move, they become more beautiful still, are happy to be with us; I do not think about being a machine that dispenses love, but organically our living environment and people with whom we share our lives have to be the best custodians of our affections, that we are finally covered, which we welcome, that we embrace.
