Conversations with the Soul

This book will help you reconnect with your true SELF. The journey back to ourselves will be an experience of becoming aware of and healing those wounds we carry deep in our souls, which we don’t even dare whisper about.

Readers’ opinions on ‘Conversations with the Soul’
‘It’s like... Talking to my soul and, at the same time, with other people’s souls!’ Simona Vlad

‘I can’t give you a presentation of the book, I don’t know how to do it, but I will tell you that it’s worth reading it, that you will definitely find yourselves in Ella’s thoughts, in her experiences, in her suffering and even in her power to conquer (…) because it’s a novel full of ‘soul’ from its first to its last page.’ Arcidalia Ghenof

‘I’ve read the book in a single breath, savouring with my Soul each phrase developed with style and passion, like a menu developed by a MasterChef. I’ve found my Soul again, completely, in its conversations with itself, like in a crystal mirror.’ Greblea Iosif

Invoking tradition within a discordant symphony seems indescribable. A cost survivor means an individual who has made a pact with their own compromises. Silent resistance does not save people; only the resistance of remembering can do that. The paradox of feelings taken to the extreme. A history of the two sides, more precisely of the body and of the soul, has not been written so far. Some have had the common sense to list it or, why not, to describe it on the border of the famous yes to a no. Ultimately, we, the people, are a multitude of affirmations and negations that chase one another in a dark room, blindfolded. Anida Lasto’s Conversations with the Soul possesses that thriving nature that urges breath to breathe. The attempts at self-legitimation by invoking the traditional I love you no longer possesses the initial value of uttering from one’s soul. In her volume, Anida decongests purity and gently places it on the syllables of a future language of contemplative love. In Conversations with the Soul, the human institution is not the sole judge of love-generated costs. The boneless victims from Anida Lasto’s poematic novel are fighting a battle of compromises that has been lost from the very beginning and also won from the very beginning. As time goes by, remembering a dilemma is difficult to organise. Which is why remembrance and diplomatic reconsideration, most of the time, neither save, nor keep silent. In its twenty-one grams, the soul seldom has distinctive luminous marks that allows it to irregularly cross the precipice between all the ‘if’ probabilities. Of course, a celebration of specific behaviour takes into consideration the central characters of those who serve the fulfilment of such a ritual as is love. The volume I’m debating is just the first inrush of good intentions that generates the strategic computation of the oppressed. In my opinion, this volume by Anida Lasto is neither innocent, nor dangerous, nor is it finished. It can be continued from all points of view, written, rewritten, compiled and decompiled beyond the horizon. The soul never ends between book covers. I’m honoured that in one sleepless night I managed to read at least part of this book’s universe. I can only wish the author many other books to come on this endless topic. Daniel Dăian