with a view that implodes the woman listens to old songs ...
that some sounds have the power ...
time shifts as blacks holes. time shifts as sweet caresses. time shifts as thorns.
today is one of those days where I love to remember. and moved. and maybe even suffer like that emotion at a time and try tenderness for my being at that time. how nice to have some nostalgia for things ... not to get them back but because he had lived. to try them with different people at different times, with different meanings. the same sweetness of love, the same force as some argue, the same colors of some Tramanto, the same trip a few smiles, the same vibrations of certain desires.
the power of emotional memory. recolor colors.
there are people and their gestures that I miss.
traveling alone by train, a plane to hear a concert. sitting on the bed talking until late at night. traveling with a friend. phone with a friend. Meeting of eyes. little secrets to keep. car racing, laughing with our songs. places to discover and want to share.
just exacerbates the growing solitude .. as it heightens awareness. and delusiove. and even when you're good when you're happy and you acknowledge that you have turned off a bit 'light that emitted the energy of all possible .. or have lost yore. every day one day again with new wonders. Every day a new day with new memories and moments that do not add up.
There are things that I try to do. and others on which I will give that they will not, as some people as the day of my graduation .. Yesterday a few years ago ..
and Good Friday. and as every year, as always, do not know why I feel sad. and a hole of sadness. beautiful melancholy. give me weep for all your past life ....
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