There are men that come to heal…

Beautiful text by Lorena Bassani published on Facebook in december 2019.

I received this text from my lover at that moment and it moved me profoundly.
That I could be such a man for her…
In a time that men are often (and rightly) viewed as predatory and male chauvinist, in a society that is patriarcal, it is time that we men step up and make a change.
From acceptance to making changes wherever and however we can, to repair, to heal, to love.
Openly, from the heart, from our openness, accepting our wounds and our fears.
Allowing our tears to flow when we are lost, ignorant, hurt.
Stop acting, stop acting out…
Feeling, just allowing the emotion in our body.
And to stay with it, no judgement, no action, no solution, no argumentation.

Text by Lorena Bassani

And then, they make their early diagnosis.
They look at you and detect you.
They disembark in your little world like Columbus in America. But they don’t conquer you. Nor do they loot you. They don’t fool you.
They only bring love in little bottles. And they do what they have to do for you. For your Soul. For your pain
Because of the desire you had to find something different in life. There are men who know. Without knowing. Without suspecting.
Even without being fully aware of the importance they have. They know with other wisdom. They smile with other smiles.
They say with other words. They do magic. There are men like that. I swear. I have seen them. I know them. I watch them perform.
From far or near. I admire them. I check them as soon as they arrive. Sometimes I get emotional with them.
Because they have art in their hands. They open you down the middle. And you don’t distrust them for a second.
Because they are friends. But they are not common friends. They are strange friends. They are friends from other places. They are star companions.
They arrive. Do. Say. Watch. See. They will not always like you. They will not always love you the way you want them to love you.
You are not always going to love them the way they want you to love them. It is something else. Another thing. They will arrive to fulfil their destiny.
They will come to improve your life for a while. To return you a favor for some time. To sign a pact. Because they are something else.
Deeper. Stranger. More capable of staying within you. Because these men will live in those places where you don’t allow anyone to enter.
Because you will stay inside them like a girl who stares at the sea on the beach at night.
There are men who come to repair women who repair. Because they were born for that. To heal those who heal.
To cure those who cure. Because we are partners. Beloved. Lovers. Loving.
And when two such beautiful companions collide, get together, intertwine, love each other in their own way, the universe celebrates.
The universe is grateful.

Texto por – Lorena Bassani

Y entonces, hacen su diagnóstico precoz.
Te miran y te detectan.
Desembarcan en tu pequeño mundo como Colón en América. Pero no te conquistan. Ni te saquean. Ni te engañan.
Ellos sólo traen amor en frasquitos. Y hacen lo que tienen que hacer por vos. Por tu Alma. Por tu dolor.
Por las ganas que tenías de encontrarte algo distinto en la vida. Hay hombres que saben. Aún sin saber. Aún sin sospechar.
Aún sin ser completamente concientes de la importancia que tienen. Saben con otra sabiduría. Sonríen con otras sonrisas.
Dicen con otras palabras. Hacen magia. Hay hombres así. Te lo juro. Los he visto. Los conozco. Los miro actuar.
De lejos o de cerca. Los admiro. Les saco la ficha ni bien llegan. A veces, me dejo emocionar con ellos.
Porque ellos tienen arte en las manos. Ellos te abren por el medio. Y vos no desconfías ni un segundo.
Porque ellos son amigos. Pero no son amigos comunes. Son amigos raros. Son amigos de otros lados. Son compañeros de estrella.
Llegan. Hacen. Dicen. Miran. Ven. No siempre vas a gustarles. No siempre te van a amar como querés que te amen.
No siempre vas a amarlos como quieren que los ames. Es otra cosa. Otra cosa. Van a llegar para cumplir con el destino.
Van a llegar para mejorarte la vida un rato. Para devolverte un favor de algún tiempo. Para firmar un pacto. Porque ellos son otra cosa.
Más profunda. Más extraña. Más capaz de quedarse dentro tuyo. Porque estos hombres vivirán en esos lugares donde vos no permitís entrar a nadie.
Porque vos te quedarás adentro de ellos como una chica que se queda mirando el mar en la playa de noche.
Hay hombres que llegan para reparar a las mujeres que reparan. Porque nacieron para eso. Para curar a las que curan.
Para sanar a las que sanan. Porque somos compañeros. Amados. Amantes. Amorosos.
Y cuando dos compañeros así de bonitos se chocan, se juntan, se entrelazan, se aman a su manera, el universo festeja.
El universo agradece.