A second chance. The corner of Heaven (Paperback)

<p>No matter how hard I try, a few lost thoughts keep coming to the surface. I always thought people deserved a second chance. To be seen from another perspective. To be analysed in more detail. If until some time ago I did not believe that evil can contain a particle of good in it, now I must believe it. For otherwise the meaning of many things would be lost. Yes, it has to do with me. I saw myself as a good man. A being who cares, fragile, loving. That's been happening for years. Maybe to some extent, I was. But something has changed. I became rigid. More wicked. Colder. More careless. More on the surface, but also inside. I froze. Now I see more harm. The evil around, the danger, the hazard. And I can't stop him, because I understand what that would mean. And yet, I would like to. So that some people can see others as what they are, beyond the cloud of dust that surrounds them. Beyond ice cubes. Beyond shields. Beyond... To be forgiven. The power to forgive one's own mistakes, the power to start over. We have the ability to forgive others, to give countless chances, to receive people back, but not to forgive ourselves. We wipe with a sponge until it comes to us. And we... who forgives us? ... To hope. That one day we will dare to look in the mirror and notice the beauty. We will notice that those scars, those wounds, the remaining marks represent our beauty. Every sign represents something. Kindness, patience, loyalty, innocence, joy, love. Are there, part of us... Few moments past. I see myself being again on that ledge. Watching the river, trying to measure with my own eyes how deep it could be. I do not see the bottom, not even near. Could be fifteen, twenty or even fifty feet down deep. Who knows? I could throw a tiny stone inside the water. That will give me at least an idea. But... would I care? It would matter? In just a couple of minutes, I am gone. Is nobody around. Just an empty pathway. Everyone is home, or who knows where? At school, at work, at cinema. Or maybe in another corner of this world, an another me. Trying do find somewhere deep inside the strength to jump...</p>

A second chance. The corner of Heaven (Paperback)