If you contemplate everything that is born, you will see an apparent and fragile tenderness that opens to the light of the day. Like a thin and singing brook, a new born lamb, the first rays of light, the cry of the baby who initiates life. How much fragility! Nevertheless, the universe inclines, even the more fierce is moved. The beast contemplates and embraces its puppy, giving it warmth.  What a wonder and splendor! The color of the fragile butterfly, a drop of rain, a drop of dew. And life begins. A sigh is a breath that is life. Life that comes from God, infinite power, eternal knowledge, compassion that embraces, sustains,  maintains and deepens as life into life. What seems fragile, takes the force from the horizon at dawn, the forest that blooms. And man who stands in front of himself and in front of eternity.
 Life also is art and poetry, seems very fragile, like the sensible note of an enamored violin, that is delicate and refined, like its own feeling, that inspires it to vibrate and that takes it to a musical presence that tells us that life is sustained in the apparent weakness.
Let's try to tighten water between our hands and its same weakness will cause that the powerful force becomes like the hands of an innocent child.
The uncontrollable thing cannot be contained. The purity and beauty of what is fragile, takes in itself the mystery of mysteries, takes the real life.
Let's not make a cruel and final episode out of the world. Let's return to the principles of order and friendship. The loyalty and love of a flower, will always be fragile and beautiful and although it dries, because it is pure and original, its essence and aroma will remain. Spirituality seems too fragile, vulnerable, sensible, ethereal, nevertheless, what will happen to man if he does not take in himself this loving power of being, that is not boastful, or violent, but the wonderful, loving, true flower of peace. Do not allow your heart to forget that peace is the freedom of good. Do not get confused, believing that it is fragile, that it is weak, by the contrary, in its essence and breath lives the love of God.  Peace to all.