Another night is gone ... It's 5:10 in the morning and I've just finished working. The silence around me, a lit candle next to the laptop home with me and my tiredness is confused in the smoke of a cigarette that I can not enjoy. From my window I see the church just lit the sky is getting clearer and I feel strangely lucky .... I wonder how many we see the same sky? Now that the city sleeps, the people I love most in the world lie, that everything seems have been transported to another dimension ... one week is not gonna work and I know that I will miss this feeling of freedom ... aimless traveler
I hate people telling me I love you ... I prefer those who are silent but can not prove it. In this small town in the south live on my skin the hypocrisy of a hug, a greeting given strictly with two kisses on the cheek and whispered phrases sickly. Ok dear countrymen, I love you too but I still do not understand: "DOVEMINKIASIETESTATITTUTTOL'ANNOEMERITETESTEDICAZZO ?"...
And so I wondered if the first and basically I believe in illusions the spontaneity of the people who claimed to love me now ... after a year of silence, ringing not returned, more or less explicit requests for help ignored ... I see on the street and suddenly became "TESSSOROMIO MISSEIMANCATO! " but you know what? MAVEDIDIANDARTENEAFFANCULO!. Now I understand why you call me "GGGIOIAMIA" ... not because I want really good but why do not you remember my name .. Let me go back to my gray northern city ... I beg you! ;)
aimless traveler
Tonight I will not write ... I will not! Because if you want to write means
communicate something ... now I have nothing to communicate. Tonight
not write because it's trivial, it is granted, because I do it every night ... Tonight
not write because I have great hopes that make me happy when I'm good and bad writing.
No, do not write because I want to read a good book.
not write because all write now. Why PIMPA
also is publishing a book.
Tonight I will not write because I want to wake up early tomorrow.
I do not write because I want to talk with someone answer me right away.
No, do not write because I have to convince myself that I can help it ...
Traveler aimlessly
My first memory is linked to my mother ... I must have been 4 years, I remember my wonderful mother when I went to sleep was to roll up their blankets and with its deep blue eyes looked at me with love, with delicate gestures stroked my face and hair and the smell of orange blossoms I entered into the heart. I felt protected, anything could happen at night when she was there with me, so elegant in demeanor was my princess, her golden hair fell soft on the face white and his eyes could see the abyss of his thoughts always deep and never trivial. A strong woman when my mom was holding the reins of the family and a smile was never "due" but "won ".... infinitely fragile my mom when someone is disappointed .... I owe everything to her. He taught me the value of silence, of listening, respect for themselves. The sacredness of writing was his teaching ... I always said when you write you can not lie. And I think I started writing for this. Because when I write and I find myself re-reading that child has in purity, spontaneity and naivety that I can not bring out in my relationships with others. It 's like all day I am posting on my own and then ritrovarem, still intact, the deep sense of my true I, at the same time fragile and strong. Just like my mom. ..
aimless traveler
