Una lettera d'amore

Tutte le parole che esprimono le nostre gioie, e dare voce al cuore così distanti. Le lettere d'amore di un tempo passato l'età ci ricordano che la storia che stiamo vivendo è una vecchia quanto tempo, anche se siamo certi nessuno l'ha mai amato in questo modo, prima di tutto. Che la vanità è l'orgoglio di tutti gli appassionati, da ovunque essi siano, in ogni epoca.

Nel dolce bellezza di un altro tempo, noi riconosciamo l'espressione di amore al suo meglio, la purezza di un dolce sorriso timido, o il segreto di una squisita bacio rubato. Ora non ci sono segreti, e corteggiamento è espressi a favore del ritiro superficiale passioni. Il desiderio non è assaggiato un vino fine e delicato, di essere amati e gustare nel corso del tempo, in modo che ogni carezza è una cosa di bellezza, una promessa soddisfatte.

Ma qui ci sono, tra il caos di un nuovo ed eccitante di età, l'alba di un mondo sempre più piccolo. Noi comunichiamo con il semplice tocco di un pulsante, il colpo di un elemento fondamentale, ma le parole rimangono sempre invariati. In un mare di milioni di persone, due cuori da mondi diversi si sono incontrati e riconosciuti reciprocamente.

I timori e le speranze, lacrime e risate, le insicurezze attentamente custodito e protetto, tutte queste cose sono state improvvisamente rivelato. Le parole per via così liberamente, così facilmente, perché sarà accolto e compreso. Antica saggezza condivisa da anime che hanno vissuto e amato in tutto il tempo. Non vi è un eterno amore per l'eleganza, un vero e proprio dove la passione è l'arte di amare, non solo l'atto. Quando il desiderio è di forma da rispettare, e la gentilezza non è un gesto naturale, ma un dono di sé.

Queste gioie facile sopravvivere in alcuni, e definire un futuro che gli echi del passato. Si è spesso osservato che gli amanti di questo tipo sono destinati ad essere. Magari. Oppure potrebbe essere semplicemente che capire una vera onestà che molti sono disposti a saperlo?

Un cuore pronto a rischio è un dono in attesa di essere ricevuto da colui che ne ha bisogno più. Una nuova lettera d'amore comincia ... raffinato dal passato, nasce nel presente, con la speranza e la forma di un ambiente familiare salto della fede, che solo i veri appassionati possono conoscere.

All the words that express our joys, and give voice to hearts so far apart. The love letters of an age long past remind us that the story we are living is one as old as time, though we are certain no one has ever loved in quite this way before. That vanity is the pride of all lovers, wherever they are from, in any era.

In the gentle beauty of another time, we recognize the expression of love at its best, the sweet purity of a shy smile, or the exquisite secret of a stolen kiss. Now there are no secrets, and courtship is cast aside in favour of shallow passions. Desire is not tasted as a fine and delicate wine, to be cherished and savoured over time, so that each caress is a thing of beauty, a promise fulfilled.

Yet here we are, amid the chaos of a new and exciting age, the dawn of a world growing ever smaller. We communicate at the touch of a button, the stroke of a key; but the words remain forever unchanged. In a sea of millions, two hearts from different worlds have met and recognized each other.

Fears and hopes, tears and laughter, the insecurities carefully guarded and sheltered, all of these things have suddenly been revealed. The words pour forth so freely, so easily, because they will be embraced and understood. Ancient wisdom shared by souls who have lived and loved throughout time. There is an eternal elegance to love, one where genuine passion is the Art Of Loving, not merely the act. Where desire is shaped by respect, and kindness is not a gesture but a natural giving of the self.

These effortless joys survive in some, and define a future that echoes the past. It is often noted that lovers like these are meant to be. Perhaps. Or could it simply be that they understand a truer honesty than many are willing to know?

A heart willing to risk is a gift waiting to be received by the one who needs it most. A new love letter begins… refined by the past, born in the present, shaped by hope and a familiar leap of faith that only real lovers can know.

© 2009 Denysé Bridger

Enlightenment

There is always a place in time when understanding is found, despite the battle we have often waged to reach it. For some, trust, love, and faith are natural emotions, experiences that shape as easily as each breath we draw from the air. These are the intrinsic things that define us, make us unique and who we are. Once those hopes are abused, we learn new lessons, and our lives are reshaped. They are never as beautiful as they were before we were taught losses and disappointments, and betrayals.

Yet, we continue to hope, and dream. At the end of these cycles of fear, there must be hope or there is nothing at all. But how do we escape the fear that we have been shown? Where do we find the way to escape ourselves, and those we have wanted to know so honestly? Where is the beauty in what has been taken from us?

In Love.

Each new awakening teaches us there is only one answer to all these fears and questions that we hide from. Destiny creates one perfect heart for each of us to know, and to embrace, and to go home to. The road is not always an easy one, but Fate knows what we need to learn before we can stand before ourselves and see our truth in other eyes, reflecting back all that we have carried with us in our search. That knowledge lives in the heart that was ours from the moment we come into this world. We complicate it, and confuse it, and lie to ourselves, but there is always a moment of utter truth. Of freedom found.

It is Enlightenment.

I have never known your touch, your laughter, or your smile – yet I have seen your soul, and I have felt your heart within mine. Distance gives each shared joy a bitter-sweetness that tempers with time. Both sharp pain and gentle warmth are mingled in this love affair from two worlds. But it remains. Vital. Alive. Ever-changing. One heart, separated always, together always. Learning in ways that are more intimate than the passion shared by lovers who exchange caresses each day. We are shaping tomorrow because it is where our truth will find its home.

This is Trust.

Stronger than fear, love must reach deeper, and hold tighter, be as blindly accepting as it is all-seeing. For each lesson learned is a small victory to be cherished. Nothing is ever what it appears, life shows us that. People live behind masques to protect themselves from being revealed in weakness, they are living their fears, not their strengths. Spirits must reach, and fly, and believe, or there is nothing left of dreams. You teach me this each day, and though I have often fallen, you wait for me. Epiphany. I have finally learned that to love fully with an honest heart, I have to remove my own masque, offer you what I really am… and believe it can be enough.

This is Faith.

To believe in you. Trust you. Trust my own truth. Understanding has been a long road, and I have made many wrong turns. You give me hope, but most of all, you give me truth. I know your heart, because you are the best part of mine.

© 2009 Denysé Bridger

Beautiful Release

The days blur together, one follows on the heels of another, each one stretching the time into intangible distance… the space that separates us reshapes and becomes a new torment – a dream with no light, hopeless uncertainties that mutate and twist into the darkest nightmare.

The nights have grown endless in their emptiness. Darkness surrounds me, but not in the comforting embrace that will bring calm to my spirit, or a reason to trust and keep faith. This blackness is like a weight that suffocates me, chokes the laughter in my heart, then extinguishes the illumination of hope, and the promise of all that can be for us.

You ask me to trust you, to blind myself to doubt, to abandon fear, and to walk in the faith of your love. A love you deny me, even as you keep me forever a part of your world. This is love, and yes, this is also us – at our best and our worst. Always together, always apart. Forever afraid of what we see in ourselves, what we think we see in each other, and more crippling perhaps, the things we believe are truths but in reality are simply our fears, and nothing more.

Some days my truest companion is pain – a hurt so profoundly deep that it smothers me and I am unable to think past my desire for you. Only in you is there the promise of beautiful release from this agony. In your arms home is the warmth of your touch, and the passion of your kiss… In your love is my tomorrow… my hope, my dream, and my deepest faith… You are my truth and my Destiny.

© 2009 Denysé Bridger

The Authors

The sexy, multi-talented Italian boy, and the Canadian girl who adores him.... Enjoy our world, and the romantic love affair we're creating for you....

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All Roads Lead To Rome...

How many times have we seen, heard, or read this familiar, timeless expression? Yet, for some of us, within our hearts lies the secret truth… all roads do lead to Rome… and within the Eternal City is the answer we seek, home. For me, that became so clear, so quickly. Smiling blue eyes held the oceans captive in their depths, and like a siren’s call, lured me in and let me drown in their power, and be enthralled by the tempest of their contained storms.

Have you guessed the place my love calls home? The ancient heart of civilization, the ageless beauty of passion and romance, all of this resides in my tall Roman prince. He lives in a modern age, bound to the past, to a time when chivalry was as natural as drawing breath. He looks at me, and in his eyes I see myself in a way I’ve never known before, I see the beauty he loves and recognized long before I knew it was there to behold. My love is my hero, in all ways… my teacher, my desire, my pain, and my tears. He is all these things and so many others that I have yet to discover and name.

Even in the quietude of his anger, there is gentle passion… and the need to show me what I refuse to see in myself. He has withstood not the assault of my rage, but the agony of my self-inflicted terrors and perceived inadequacies. I have knelt before him, hands raised in supplication, asking his forgiveness for things he doesn’t even understand. Because I had no capacity to trust. And he’s never given me a moment when his trust should ever have been in question. In truth, it never has been – only my ability to trust myself. I am not good enough for this extraordinary man. Unfairly, I have made that decision and taken it from him, when it is not my judgement to make – but his. I would not allow him to tell me what I see in him, yet I presume to know he sees nothing in me that he could value and need. Once again, love shows a duality that is both heaven and hell.

So, my tears flow in endless rivers, in silence and unseen, as I try to balance my hope and my dream with what I fear reality to be. Do not be insecure… do not be jealous… I love you, too… All these things have whispered in the night to me. He has spoken these things, written his heart with his words… and yet my frightened self needs more. When times passes and the words are silent, the madness returns, and strips me of my faith. I am laid bare to the horrors and betrayals that came before him, and I let them extinguish the light of his love. Not because I want to, but because I fear their strength is greater than my faith or trust. In this way I fail him over and over, and yet he does not lose his faith in me. He brings me home, again and again, and takes me into his heart and his world. He makes me worthy, and one day soon, he will make me who I was always meant to be, the woman who adores and loves him.

© 2008 Denysé Bridger

Lovers Dialogue

He speaks:

La nostra anima che vuole e ricerca nelle multeplici anime che si incontrano, un fiume di emozioni e di fantasie. Che vengono represse poichè soggette ad una prigione, che ci protegge da un mondo senza colori con anime che vogliono invadere e comandare sui nostri sogni. Allora la voglia di evasione e di vivere le nostre emozioni con libertà, la tua libertà di essere donna. Almeno cosi dovresti essere tu, donna dentro e fuori, un essere perfetto da non poter violare con azioni o parole, ma soltanto con la poesia e la ricerca di ciò che tu sei veramente. Un fiore raro e prezioso da dover proteggere e non violare.

Our souls want and search the many spirits that we meet, seeing a river of emotions and fantasies. They hold us prisoner, to protect us from a world without colours, from spirits that want to invade and to take command of our dreams. Then the desire to escape and to live our emotions with freedom, your freedom in being a woman. At least to have the things you need to be you, woman inside and outside, a perfect being that none are able to profane with actions or words, but only honour with poetry and the search to see you for what you truly are. A rare and precious flower to be protected and not to be violated.

She replies:

Our souls have searched, reached outward, always seeking an answer to a question older than time, needing to know the other side of who we are. Recognition has awakened colour, beauty, the splendour and scope of eternal dreams – in this world, we know each other, our freedom is total, mine to be who I have always wanted to be – yours to be all that you are and have kept hidden. My perfect being, the hero I have sought for a lifetime, and never expected to find. A man who sees the soul and spirit of the woman he honours and loves – the man who shelters and protects with gentle acceptance, and the purest passion. This is my Blessing, and you are my Gift, cherished forever.

© 2008 Vincenzo Chiofalo & Denysé Bridger

Il nostro modo...

Il nostro modo di vedere e soltanto un mondo misterioso che coinvolge il nostro essere pieno di mondi paralleli. Come farti vedere il mio animo solo con l'amore e il coinvolgimento che posso darti facendoti partecipe dei paesaggi che incontro con i miei occhi di bambino, il mio mondo e il tuo sono soltanto degli spazi pieni di vita ma allo stesso tempo vuoti, poiche non li viviamo insieme, pero i colori e le cose che vedo te le invio e tu potrai assaporare cio che fa parte dei nostri mondi paralleli. Mi piace immaginare il mondo con te, poiche il mondo senza e come un mondo in bianco e nero, che se pur bello in foto non dà lo stesso risultato, come un passerotto che non canta, come un cantante senza voce. Questo e il mio pensiero e mi piace viverlo con te nella semplicita di un giorno vissuto a pieno, godendo dei colori e della musica che la vita ci dà.


We see a mysterious world, full of parallels. How to make you see my lonely soul and the love and the commitment that I can give you, sharing the scenes that I see with child-like eyes, my world and yours are full of life but at the same time empty, because we do not live them together, so the colours and the things that I see, I send them to you and you will be able to enjoy them. Our worlds together. I like to imagine my world with you, because the world without (you) is like a world in white and black, a nice photograph simply does not give the same result, like a sparrow that does not sing, like a singer without voice. These are my thoughts and I like to live it with you in the simplicity of a day lived to the full, enjoying some of the colours and music that life gives us.

© 2008 Vincenzo Chiofalo

A Special Bond

You are the shadow waiting on the edge of my awareness. A sweet angel who watches, part of me always, like the air that I breathe.

We share a special bond, you and I, one that is stronger than any friendship or simple love. We are tied together by the past and the promise of tomorrow, and though we are not together, we are never really apart.

To the heart that loves like this, a week can be an eternity and a lifetime will never be long enough… Those who love from their souls understand this in a way others can never see, but it is an eternal truth. A bond that can never be broken.

© 2008 Denysé Bridger

Empathy

How is it that you can see so clearly and freely all the things no one else notices? Even the fears I deny most days, when my control can keep me strong, at least on the outside? Do you see the lie so easily because there is only truth between us? Sometimes honesty runs deeper than love or empathy.

This recognition is something I’ve never seen in anyone. I’ve watched many people as they live and love, showing the world their masques, secure in their illusions. If they love as they claim, why do so many hungry eyes seek contact with strangers? If she is his world, shouldn’t the longing in his gaze be reserved for her? If she adores him, why does she flirt with the boy who catches her eyes? If this is the new definition of love, then I will forever be lost in the past. Bound to a time when to love someone meant they were all you needed or wanted – a simple beauty of elegance that gave respect and grace of manners a unique and special charm.

When I am in his presence there is no one else. He is my world. The morning sky is the blue of his eyes. The sunlight that burns is the flame of his passion. The touch of his hand is the promise of peace that only exists in his love. How can anyone think there is more than this worth holding? Passion of the soul is the one thing that we live for, and die for, in whatever form it takes. It is the essence of life.

All of this passes between two empathic hearts in the space of a moment, and changes their lives forever…

© 2008 Denysé Bridger

Safe Inside Your Heart

Indigo waters stir gently, dappled by the sunlight that blesses every ripple, kisses it with sweet silver radiance. From a balcony high above the endless sea, the beauty and romance of another world stretches before me, and I am enchanted by this new adventure. The colours, the vibrancy of life, the peace of tranquility that is woven into the fabric of every existence here. This is where my heart has lived in dreams. The place my soul recognizes as home.

You gave this to me, in words, and pictures, and through your grace and charm. There has never been a time when you didn’t understand what I needed, and when I couldn’t give it a voice, you trusted what your heart told you was right. I know I haven’t made it easy for anyone who’s tried to show me who I am, because I’ve never really known myself. Life sometimes strips us of our ability to see clearly what is in our souls, what lives beyond the shadows that have dimmed the light inside us.

In a world filled with beauty, so many drown in pain and anger. Bitter rage lashes out and often finds the most fragile hearts to hurt. If this is what makes a man powerful, to abuse the face of hope, then he is more worthy of pity than punishment in so many ways. I have known that rage, and I have been a victim of its brutality, but I refuse to lose the faith that life is not about the darkness, it’s about the goodness in everything that really matters most. It has to be.

Long after I had allowed myself to stop hoping, and turned away from my dreams, Fate took control again. Things that had no reason slowly made sense. Even my aloneness was not without a purpose. In the years where I guarded all I am and all that I ever wanted to be, permitting no one to see the heart within, I was safer than I’ve been since my childhood. But never whole. Denying life is not living, it is existing in a grey world, neither black nor white – and certainly not one filled with the colours of life.

In the innocent laughter of children is the hope of the future, and the bright beauty so many of us forget to keep close. We forfeit this precious gift in our rush to be grown-up, never knowing the price it will ask until we understand the loss. In some spirits, though, wisdom of a rare kind is bred and remains. You are one like this, with the wisdom of your life, and the sweeter knowledge of a child. You make them balance, and see wonders all around you.

In your eyes lies a world of stark contrasts. You see things in a way that is unique, yours. Through the camera that captures your vision, others can live for a few moments in your world. If I listen close when I gaze at your visions, I can hear the whispers, the stories waiting to be told, and because you ask me, I try to find the words to express these wonders. For those who will never understand, they will remain words and pictures. But for those who dream, they will live in vivid hopes, and prayers answered.

Indigo waters stir gently, dappled by the sunlight that blesses every ripple, kisses it with sweet silver radiance. On a balcony high above the endless sea, the beauty and romance of another world stretches before me. I close my eyes, and let my faith in you fill the places in my soul that have been empty too long. A soft breath of air tells me you are near, a moment before your arms draw me close. In the warmth of your love, I recognize a different home, where I am safe inside your heart.

© 2008 Denysé Bridger

The Responsibility of Love

Loving someone and knowing they love you is something that comes with great responsibility, and great trust. Forgetting this simple truth is what puts it all at risk. We take for granted once the love has grown and filled our hearts that it will somehow not require the same devotion we observed in the acquisition of this special trust. Once gained, the gift is no longer a gift but a possession.

So little wisdom, and even less truth in such a vision.

We know this, you and I, because we have loved before, and lost its beauty. After so long a wait for new hope, do we dare to treat such a special offering lightly? A heart is a tender thing, no matter who possesses it. Given in love it becomes the most sacred of trusts, an admission of faith, but also an admission of vulnerability. In our fear, we hide from that exposure of our other self, and often it is in the need for self-protection that doubt plants its first insidious seed.

So little trust, no responsibility for another’s peace, or a haven for a fearful heart.

I hear your voice speaking the words that will make me strong, yet cripple my strength. For the first time, if I choose to believe you, you have given me your heart, and a truth more precious than any other that exists between us. There is still choice, to accept what often seems inevitable, or to deny what destiny has clearly set before me. But are you really my fate, or am I simply a diversion who will fill the spaces in your life until you find the one you truly desire? This is what haunts me, and makes me afraid.

This kind of love requires a leap of faith, and I don’t know if I trust enough to take it.

You fill my soul with happiness one moment, then take it all away in the next heartbeat. Confusion dominates my mind, and frightens my peace into a dark corner where it can’t even breathe. This is what love has done to me again. It’s made me afraid, shown me all my inadequacies, taught me how to ache in ways I have never known before you. How can this be love, when all we have are questions you choose not to answer?

When do I risk my heart so fully? How will I know if you’ll be there to hold me if I do?

Loving someone and knowing they love you is something that comes with great responsibility, and great trust. You say you trust me. I say I trust you. So why are we still hiding from each other, afraid, facing the darkness instead of the light in each other’s eyes? Denying the responsibility we owe each other for what we’ve created between us? At what point does love erase our fear and allow us to walk through the door into a place where all we are becomes so much better than what we were before?

© 2008 Denysé Bridger

Amore Senza Confini

All around us we are faced with boundaries,
told where we are not wanted,
or welcome.
Where we are forbidden to wander.

In spirit or in form,
we are defined by constraint,
shaped by expectation.
And moulded to be the image that is acceptable.

Only in love,
in the freedom of our truest selves,
Are we who God makes us.
Able to reach beyond our prisons

And love without limit…

© 2008 Denysé Bridger

Between Two Heartbeats

I see him always from a distance, and yet he feels so close to me. A presence beside me that fills the space around us with warmth and beauty. He is handsome, this strong and enigmatic stranger, yet his real beauty resonates from a place so deep inside him. I know his heart already, it beats the reflection of mine, a perfect echo that reaches outward to find completion.

His eyes will be blue, I can sense that more than I can see it, like the crystalline waters of the Mediterranean sparkling with his humour, and probably too the stormy hues of a discontented sky.

The distance hasn’t altered, yet somehow he has come closer, leaning against the sun-drenched archway, face tilted upward to the golden heat of morning’s kiss. Again, there is the caress of his presence at my side, and my heart beats a wild staccato excitement, so loud it deafens me, so emphatic I wonder if he can actually hear it inside his mind, too?

As I stare, he turns and looks at me. There is a soft and knowing smile curving his lips. Despite a world of distance, he has felt my presence and understood my dreams. He has claimed my soul, and my hidden heart. In the space between two heartbeats, I have given myself to him, and he has accepted the gift of my love.

Now we must meet, and begin with hello…

© 2008 Denysé Bridger

Vedi questa via stretta

Vedi questa via stretta, una via stretta di un paese bello dove molti artisti si rifugiano e si allontanano da una civilta non riconosciuta da una mente piena di fantasie e mondi nuovi mai conosciuti. Dai vieni con me tendimi la mano ti porto a fare un giro, lo vedi abbandonati e sogna con me, senti le melodie del passato e lasciati abbracciare da un mondo perduto che solo la nostra mente puo far rivivere. Vedi quella casa li giu? Una casa semplice piena di sapori dimenticati e di una voglia, per noi di passato, da noi dimenticata ormai, ma da loro no, la gente che vive li non lo ha dimenticato. Il gusto dei sapori e dell'armonia di famiglie di un tempo, la pasta e fagioli, un profumo di campo, lo so e semplice, troppo semplice. Ma vedi il sapore della semplicita, di quel mondo ormai dimenticato ti fa ribollire il sangue e piano piano faremmo anche noi pace con il nostro essere e con il mondo intero. Una volta vi erano meno persone ambiziose, meno uomini cosiddetti istruiti, pochi ma sani divertimenti, ora ce molta piu gente ambiziosa, molta gente istruita, molti passatempi. Forse la gente era piu intelligente di ora, viveva piu a lungo naturalmente, i rapporti erano piu duraturi, i figli piu sani e piangevano di meno. Le donne venivano trattate con rispetto, gli uomini corteggiavano, ti portavano dei fiori e ti trattavano come una regina. Allora mi viene spontaneo parlarti cosi: Il tuo profumo o mia adorata e il profumo di un campo di rose, il tuo sguardo mi farebbe attraversare mille pericoli senza accorgermene, o mia adorata principessa, si principessa, tu mi fai sentire la voglia di scalare il mondo, un mondo ormai dimenticato, ma con te e reale mia adorata, mia essenza di vita. Dai continuiamo il nostro giro in un mondo dimenticato a me piace e a te?

© 2008 Vincenzo Chiofalo

It Begins...

It begins with a whisper… a vision…
My eyes are closed, and my heart is open…

The first blush of pink and orange paint a foreign heaven
With my mind’s eye, I see it from a world away
The fire that is the sun rising in the morning sky
Blazing hope and dreams,
luring me out of the safety of shadows
Daring me to accept the secret locked
in my own heart…

A ring of gold encircles the pure essence of light
that heralds dawn while I am lost in darkness
Yet I know, somewhere inside my night
That all will soon change,
and the radiance will touch me with another life
I turn away and his eyes capture me,
The blue promise of a new day arrived

It begins with a smile… a silent promise…
My eyes are now open, and my heart waits…

© 2008 Denysé Bridger