My soul is black. It 's a fact. I live in extreme forms, emotions, thoughts incoherent, conflicting. My soul can not be white than black because it never was. Why white is pure, manages to illuminate the lives of people who love him. I, however, brings nothing but pain and suffering to those who are next. Drag me with a black halo of lucidity that scares me and makes me white, pure, true. I feel constantly torn between that convey a positive image and a dark reflection that does not allow me to love, love to the end ...
I wish I could believe that this night flights between light sweet memories and hopes ... I get lost in a void. I listen to my beats. It 's always the same time in recent months has gone fast, flowing slowly and almost motionless tonight I feel I do not keep more than one part. I go away for a moment from my bed, I feel cold. The longed for another cigarette makes me feel alive. I would not be here.
The last Saturday in Sicily and I have preferred to stay home ... I moved the rocking chair in the garden and I heard some music on a starry night ... This I feel mine, only mine. I thought about my life, I'm looking for the meaning, the meaning of the word "ambition" that I found to be entirely subjective. I'm trying to purge my soul from pre-concepts and expectations that while it never was my it has become. I decided that when you set foot in Milan will begin a new chapter, more sincere and less cynical times ... A dream to wake up and be someone else. I can not feel pain, I no longer feel the weight of the past, a strong sirocco wind around me and I do not feel that fire burning that pervades my thoughts and makes me nervous, impatient ... continually look for a sign, the sign which make me finally free from the consciousness of not having built nothing but thoughts beautiful and fragile as crystal glasses ... I repeat that I still have your whole life ahead but I can not understand why I have the constant feeling of "not living". What am I waiting for? My entire adolescence was a constant journey which led me to meet myself just now for the first time .... thought I was different. aimless traveler
