Today I received from my husband something very similar to the image,
and must admit I feel lucky to be loved by the same man after so many years of living together.
However, I have a special message on this very day...For those who expect something and probably will not receive it, for those who have left behind their hopes and for the broken hearts, who hate St Valentine because it turns their pain even more present...
Judging from my vast experience in receiving flowers from infatuated men, everybody would think I have been privileged....Probably it is so, but let me tell you a secret - yes, you'd definitely feel great when you receive your Valentines and notice the long faces of your friends, green of jealousy. However, it actually doesn't change anything...A man could send a bunch of roses even bigger than this one, could accompany it by a card, that would make your hands shaking, could buy you a huge Teddy bear, or even organize a serenade !!!, and then, the very same man could betray you without even a blink...The true love is not in impressive gestures, neither in high declarations, rather in the open and stable heart and in the everyday effort to see the beloved one happy. If not so, why a single day of the year, dedicated to the madness of buying red heart-shaped cushions, candies and roses would make someone unhappy? If your family or friends do really think you are a marvelous person, why being sad just because on this very day, a sleazy guy doesn't tell you lies that would be washed out by the tomorrow rain? Or even worse, if you do really believe for years that someone loves you and suddenly discover that he loves himself better than anybody else? Probably it is anti-romantic or too rational but however, it is a different perspective worth to think about. Life offers us many opportunities for happiness and it is upon us to choose to enjoy them.
Last year, on February 14th, we went to see the Archimboldo's portraits Flora...Two marvelous XVI century paintings illuminated the hall, touching everybody with their timeless beauty. No artificial effects, no commercial tactics, not big slogans. Just art in its pure essence. If this feeling could be compared to the human love, the last would be something unconditional, placid and serene, certain in its fundaments and vigorous in its defense. The ability to penetrate such a feeling is art by itself.
Then, two weeks ago, listening the radio in my car, I heard a man's request for a famous bolero: "Abrazame.." (Hug me)...https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OG8of0gnKYQ. He explained on air, that though he was blind, each time he listened the song he used to feel different...And there, alone at a grey stupid parking, this confession filled my eyes with tears...For very few gifted persons, like that blind, mid aged humble man, Valentine's day is every day, as he has the only thing that is actually needed for love - a heart, a real one...
