The soul dresses up like an onion

I’d have liked so much to tell you that the soul also wears Prada, but I discovered it prefers to dress like an onion. Yeah, I know, you feel like crying.

Don’t despair! The initial effect is inevitable, but after the most critical first minutes, in which you will shed tears thinking about the Wintour clothes, then I assure you it goes away and you will discover that in the end, the onion style is not so bad. Now I’ll tell you why:

“When the soul reveals itself, it is dressed lightly, like spring. Open to embrace what surrounds it, it’s not afraid and lives ruddy.

Then comes autumn, which brings with it the first changes, so the soul begins to wear layers, to protect itself from discomforts.

Layer after layer it finds itself on the threshold of winter dressed as onion and forgets how lightly it embraced spring.

But the onion is just a cover, under all those layers the soul resists, because it knows the summer will remove that patina that persists.”

Is the tears effect over?

Now I’m sure you understand how beautiful her dress is.

If the soul had immediately chosen Prada, perhaps now it would not know that what matters is not so obvious at first glance.