back here today in my room. If I widen the nostrils on this black velvet, I can almost smell your perfume and the sound of your voices. To F. in a hybrid accent that tells me to stay calm, that of R. When that extension answers the phone always "on" final "small" and this thing always makes me laugh, that deep of E. on which my insecurity has danced a tango short but intense.
Nostoi. Returns. And I return tonight to say goodbye. Farewell to the petitekiki in a few days has challenged his fear and he raised his heels to leave the property that was petrify tears and thoughts.
Summer non ci ha ancora abbandonati ma la pelle, quella, è tornata ad essere chiara. Chiara, come me. La piccola Amélie ha frantumato le sue ossa, è caduta a terra dopo centinaia di metri di caduta libera. Qualcuno l'ha raccolta da terra, l'ha presa in un palmo di mano, ci ha soffiato sopra l'amore e l'ha ricomposta in tanti piccoli pezzi di storia e visi ed odori che non fanno solo parte di lei ma racchiudono tante esperienze, tante stagioni di vita, tanti sguardi che si aprono all'orizzonte.
Mi guardo allo specchio e ciò che vedo siete anche voi. Voi con le vostre parole, che sono balsamo per questo cuore screpolato, voi con le vostre caresses far and near, that you with a "dull" r "you make me open a tired smile on this face.
I would write a story but I need time, from time to time. So far I have only ever tried. Now I know what my soul was looking for. It's called "freedom" and escapes as a gazelle chased by a lion, but we must be able to catch her in the hunter's net and hold her tight fist with firm and decisive, but only briefly. He squirms, he wants to run away but I will be stronger than her. The catch, the aim in silence and then let the run up expanses of lawn and when you get thirsty in the desert and will, I will ask sky cry to quench their thirst.
I look back and see what it was, that I've become today.
Some time ago I published a series of photos with a Japanese woman sitting on a bridge over a river. We asked your opinion what was beyond the river, beyond, everything.
very different responses raving at my eyes. Optimism, pessimism, original answers, other than trivial, as it should be.
Tonight I answer that question in a manner just as obvious, perhaps.
Beyond the river there is me, with my light feet and hands from long fingernails, her hair in a bun, her eyes upward. I see myself as I turn back and caressed her with his eyes like a work of art. I lift her skirt to the knee, a foot extension. The water is cold, one foot, then another, and I plunged up throwing his head back. I cling on clothes, skin s'inspessisce to shiver. We can no longer escape. " Il passato ed il futuro non esistono. Il passato è morto ed il futuro si può solo sognare e costruire. Il presente è vivo e ti guarda in faccia. Bisogna viverlo con amore".
Castel Sant'Angelo, in quella notte d'estate e pelli sudate, toglie il fiato insieme alle tue mani che nelle mie tremano trasmettendomi tutto il tuo dolore, la vita e la morte e l'amore per quella ragazza che non c'è più.
Tante cose vorrei raccontarvi. Ho il cuore talmente gonfio d'emozioni che ho paura possa esplodermi nel petto soffocando sogni e speranze.
but if you do not respond .. fear not. I'll be in another, where all underwear, all mine. Open another world, maybe white, maybe black, I still do not know. Amélie Nino is and is happy with. Before leaving I left a good friend. His garden gnome. And 'here beside me I smile waiting for me to pack for another trip, another adventure that will take me away from what's here. Far but ... there is always a return, an unexpected kiss, a sudden close with you face cradled on her breast and who can dance on the old days of talcum powder and autumn leaves. A time when the little girl had pigtails and a few teeth in his mouth and, from afar, dreaming le sirene in fondo al mare. Quella bambina non posso deluderla. Ho deciso di salvarla, portandola lontana, da qui, lontana dal cuore, e dagli occhi.
Ma, prima o poi, ritornerà.
