In the modern state of alarm and insecurity is widespread, it has become almost a costume or a collective symptom. The causes are multiple. Some real and visible material (loneliness, poverty, unemployment, the continuing civil wars), are linked to other negative life events (losses, deaths, diseases), including psychological trauma, more or less intimately.
Faced with an increasingly indefinite future, it is understandable why Anxiety has become the most common psychological burden. This represents an extreme panic and acute.
Some solutions should be sought in its interior, some in the general improvement of living conditions and in the recovery of humanity in interpersonal relationships.
prevails, thanks to word of mouth pharmaceutical multinationals and the apparent ease of the solution, the use of antidepressants and anxiolytics, even when they are not needed.
Panic
Alert,
attentive to his fears,
walked like obfuscated
not distinguishing
a blanket of leaves
from the gray asphalt.
His time
scanned
by the tolling
of foresight
made him blind.
The silence
recalled his thoughts
where he had started
while stubbornly said
"I'm here."
At each step
rustling the ground gave way.
"I feel dizzy,
have never been in a forest,
've never been there! "
is true,
you're here,
you were born here,
but your fears began
when a gem
begat a sign on the moss
and suspended.
Play:
the crowns of the beeches
suggest wind
supple sounds marine
and revive the fable.
Play:
once
someone took her hand
and you whispered
a dream or a lullaby;
or maybe it was just a fairy tale.
Sai tell fairy tales?
know to take your hand?
I know, is not an adult!
Adults transform
stories in history
and forests to ashes or paper
to quiet their hunger for fairy tales.
And they are afraid.
Panic
Alert,
attentive to his fears,
walked like obscured,
not distinguishing
a mantle of leaves
from the grayness of asphalt.
His times,
beaten
by the tolls
of foresight,
made him blind.
Also the silence
recalled his thoughts
where he had started,
while stubbornly said
“I'm here”.
"At every step
the ground sank rustling."
"I feel dizzy,"
"I've never been in a wood,
I've never been there! "
"It is true,
you are here,
you were born here,
but your fears began there
when a bud begot
a sign on the moss
and suspended it.
Listen:
the foliage of the beech
suggest to the wind
flexuous marine sounds
and revive the fable.
Listen:
once
someone took you by the hand
and whispered you
a dream or a lullaby;
or maybe it was just a fable.
You can tell fables for you?
You can take you by the hand?
I know, it isn't adult!
The adults turn
the fables into history
and ash into the woods or paper
to quiet Their hunger for fables.
And They Are Afraid.
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