HEART

Superficial pains, like superficial loves, last a long time. Truly great loves and sorrows are destroyed by their very fullness.

I take my hands, look at them and imagine how yesterday it was different to think of them, I let them flow free on my skin, I touched my face inside an expression where I recognized all the weight of not knowing more than what I am in order to then not have to imagine tomorrow, if not through a voice, a sound, a perfume, a memory that whispered inside me how much time had passed before I could have reached me to reflect inside me, and it saddens me the emotion that reminds me of having always been so much away from myself and my hands have been forced to tighten the air of dreams that coiled to dissolve.

I would like to hold back and tear myself away from that world where everything cannot be left free and that things slide on me until they go away naturally, as they are given to each of us, because one day, the same day that gave meaning to our dream , which I never thought could have been created just and only for me, who am nobody in front of the immensity of creation and are so immensely me .

ONLY in this way can I give all my pain, which, like my love, is born within me from my heart and I know that as it was for love, this wound will also be as sweet and deep as I am: great, unique, special in front of a world that confuses us and wants us all strong, selfish, empty and where in the arms of myself I was able to recognize the joy of breathing life thinking that there will always be a tomorrow, now it is again I who live in love and for love making it infinitely eternal.