u must own nothing to get everything

either I watched too many movies, listened to too many songs, read too many stories or those people who made the movies, composed the lyrics and put together the stories had lives very similar to mine

lately I feel like I'm walking on paths and thoughts which are awkwardly too familiar to me

I stop and smile and think

"this is exactly like in that book.."

ah, so it's true that quote that goes "everywhere I go I find out a poet has been there before me"

somehow it's a good feeling because you never feel left by yourself, whatever place that is

but it can be irritating on the long run, because for once I'd like it to be only mine, that place or that thought or that sensation

I cannot own anything

and maybe that's the real freedom to fly, the beauty of everything

the infinite colours of Love

sometimes you have to cross distances and difficulties to learn very basic emotions and the very basic nuances of love

not the kind of love for a job or for a partner

the kind of love you couldn't even imagine

the sincere love for a human being, the learning how to be present in their life tiptoeing silently, but letting them know that you are there

making a difference without any control

just because of that sincere love you developed towards them

I cannot tell you into details how this happened, but what I can tell you is that yesterday I had a magic moment and my heart exploded of a Love I did not even know before

farewell bittersweet unfairness

I stopped sleeping in ur big sweater

I started playing the game where I pretend that we never met and, sadly enough, it works

I stopped smiling when I recall a day we spent together

I started looking around

I stopped writing, thinking, waiting for you

or maybe

I started a different way of doing the very same things

because in the end I am still here

but parts of me no longer are

those parts that belonged to you

left already to some new place

farewell bittersweet unfairness.