Evenings spent in front of a pizza with the sand between your feet and the roar of the sea. You played an ocher guitar, I with my head between your legs, I watched you sing. We waited for the sunrise to go home, so that time would not pass, so that the summer would not end. You asked me to dance for you, I loved dancing, but with your eyes looking at me even more. You told me that some summers are never forgotten. That certain nights by the sea are for a few. Go home at 6 on tiptoe so as not to make noise, with my hair that smelled of the sea with my skin that smelled of you. Falling asleep and realizing it wasn’t just a dream. Some summers don’t forget you were right. But sorry if I can’t remember your name anymore. The virtual communities that have replaced the natural ones, create only the illusion of intimacy and a fiction of community. They are no substitutes for sitting together at a table, looking at each other, having a real conversation. Nor are these virtual communities capable of giving substance to personal identity, the primary reason for seeking them. If anything, they make it more difficult than it already is to agree with oneself. People walk here and there with earphones talking loudly alone, like schizophrenics, paranoid, oblivious to what is around them. Introspection is an activity that is disappearing. More and more people, when they find themselves facing moments of loneliness in their car, on the street or at the supermarket checkout, instead of collecting their thoughts, check if there are messages on the mobile phone to have some shred of evidence that shows them that someone is somewhere. part, maybe he wants them or needs them.
How can we say that you and I are not now somehow linked by a chat, albeit virtual, nonetheless real? How do we say that just because I can’t reach out and touch yours we are not real acquaintances anyway? How can we deny having known each other, perhaps in the depths, only because we could not meet our eyes. Yet physical contact is so important, despite the fact that there are so many people around who never touch. What is this contact of minds, brains and hearts? How it works, How could it ever matter who I am physically, what my voice is like or what my smell is like, if we never meet? I was brought up and raised in a certain way. They taught me what respect is, the value of words and feelings. They gave me the ability to listen and explained that it is my right to speak. They taught me what a heart and a sincere feeling is. That not everything is real and that not everything can be played with. I have carried these values, these principles and these teachings with me always! Growing up, however, I learned that it is not always possible to respect all this. I realized that I didn’t have to lose what I was taught, but that along with it I had to learn to respond and defend myself. To ignore the stupidity. To leave hypocrisy and lies to his way. I have learned that silence is often more sacred and cutting than many words and that sometimes there are words that cannot and must not be kept silent. I don’t care about the saying “Always do good and even where you receive evil turn the other cheek”! Not me, I protect the other cheek with all of myself if you step on my feet, if you hurt me and I lack respect. I have no interest in saying who I am and how much I am worth, the only interest I have is to live with these priorities… I prefer to show it instead of saying it. Words are short-lived, the facts remain, you always remember them and leave something of you, for better or for worse. I understood that the words of “people” often hurt, they hurt me too. Then I also realized that from the words of truth to the words of those who are only interested in destroying you, there is an essential difference, and that some words not only must not touch you, but must not even be heard. I understood that I have to take with me who matters and who is worth, but to leave to his path those who should not be part of my life. And from the moment they are no longer a part, everything they say and do does not have and will never have the slightest value or even the slightest attention on my part.

9 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. LAMarcom
    Sep 19, 2021 @ 11:19:08

    The virtual communities that have replaced the natural ones, create only the illusion of intimacy and a fiction of community”

    “I understood that the words of “people” often hurt, they hurt me too”

    .”And from the moment they are no longer a part, everything they say and do does not have and will never have the slightest value or even the slightest attention on my part.”

    Lots of stuff going here.
    Great stuff going on here

    May I suggest a suggestion?

    Break it up a mite.
    I don’t mean change a single word.
    Just bust it down into shorter paragraphs.
    Don’t need to make sense where the breaks come, just make it easy and less intimidating to look at and to try to read.

    And yeah, I am familiar with the images in your post. Even that idiot tic tok broad…. cannot remember her name, but she is ill
    And now rich
    Not because of me, but just because men are stupid

    Great post
    Great thoughts
    Just make it not so intimidation to read.
    Break it up.
    Most get intimidated by too many words strung together with no room to breathe.

    I am your friend.
    Please do not think me otherwise.


    • Fairy Queen
      Sep 19, 2021 @ 12:44:53

      I really appreciate what you said to me because no one has ever told me this. I will try to make shorter texts. Okay, you were right to tell me. I want it to be easy for everyone to read me.
      Sometimes I write various things and put them in the translator and the translator puts it all together and I don’t remember what I had written anymore. This is why sometimes different things come together. But I’ll try to be more careful, Lance, thank you very much. You are very careful what you read, it is a rare value.


      • LAMarcom
        Sep 19, 2021 @ 12:52:54

        I love and respect all the real true writers in this la Cosa Nostra thing of ours writing community. I get a lot of help from it.
        I love it
        I love the friends I have here. They are wonderful.
        When I have some what I may think helpful advice, I share it…. never meaning to be mean or to offend

  2. LAMarcom
    Sep 19, 2021 @ 11:24:43

    But, then again,
    you do you.
    Just my three cents.


  3. LAMarcom
    Sep 19, 2021 @ 11:30:42

    You have a wonderful blog and you write very well.
    Ignore me.
    I am an idiot.


    • Fairy Queen
      Sep 19, 2021 @ 12:40:16

      I’ve read some posts about your life in Iraq, I’ve written some comments, you have to answer to me.


      • LAMarcom
        Sep 19, 2021 @ 12:43:49

        Darling, I thought I replied to all. Maybe I missed one or two.
        You know full-well how much I value your time spent on my blog, and the fact that you took the time to comment, warmed my heart.
        Allow me to go back and make certain I did not miss one or two or three.
        But, if you look, you will see that I responded to what I thought were all.
        And they were all heart-felt responds from me.

    • Fairy Queen
      Sep 19, 2021 @ 12:40:36

      You received the notifies about my comments?


      • LAMarcom
        Sep 19, 2021 @ 12:47:14

        See my previous answers

        I am checking for more now.
        I love that you commented on my blog.
        I APPRECIATE that.
        From my heart.
        Thank you


        Thank you in Italian

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