INNER NEST

... present, past and future, three crystalline and infinite filaments, follow their own destinies unaware of each other and can meet only in a single point of the universe: the only, the absolute, the thin strip of existence in which they come together in a deafening moment that is nothing but life ...

But if past, present and future know how to make themselves independent of each other, perhaps they also have the obligation to clear themselves into forty-six reckless chromosomes which, after having grouped together in that deafening moment, right on the edge of that single thin limb of existence, they have evolved into a self-conscious matter which, once again, is nothing more than human life ...

BIRD HEART

As we lay on the bed you suddenly asked me what I thought about the love between Romeo and Juliet. The awareness of absolute and immortal love, I answered dryly. As the protagonists embody the same essence of love. I remember that my teacher used this sentence that I could not explain … if I had to explain love it is just like that and from that moment that sentence explained well by another person (because I could not do it, there I could) remained inside me. The teacher took the words out of my mouth. Matching feelings is not what kind of family you have … a person is important for who they are. Too bad, however, that this is not understood by everyone. Overwhelming love, free in a certain sense, passionate, spontaneous, pure and true but also suffered. For love we suffer. Certain bonds you feel them inside and that’s it and you are the same essence of the love that I possess.

I wake up with a start and find you there … Bound by a thousand chains .. And I find myself looking at my hand hiding a key .. That passion that would simply like to belong … That life that you fill my thoughts … That life that fills my spaces … That sweet gaze is profound … That has now dissolved my every will … My every barrier … Making me attentive to a particular … Love is not chains … But it’s trust .. Freedom .. Respect … Love .. A simple word … But that can be the cause of excruciating suffering … There is a remedy for physical pain .. The scars heal … But to the heart … Where emotions and feelings are the masters … That wound .. It will remain open .. until it gets you to experience that feeling of nothing .. That feeling of emptiness .. That feeling of inadequacy .. That only the heart … but above all the soul can filter … Because nothing is nobody has the right to turn off our heart … The passion .. The love … The life that is part of it .. They are an immense and precious asset .. Now give me your hand and give me your power .. Let’s fight together .. For the heart .. For love … Because each of us deserves happiness ..

Human relationships are feeble cords. I don’t believe in destiny, but in the indeterminate law of chaos: a week ago I met two tourists who were next to me on the vaporetto just a few days earlier. I don’t think they noticed, I remembered them and I will never see them again. Who knows how many people we meet, how many we let go without trying further, how many hold back against our will, how many instead you would like to weave thicker cords and yet no, you can’t. We should accept the situation and go further and yet it is complicated. Have I climbed over death and can’t I get over this? Perhaps all of this is difficult for me, because it is a period that I feel the desire for stimulating human relationships. For me, finding one is so rare that I can’t accept failure, after having found one that I thought was one. Also, the refusal for not being considered as stimulating. Although painful, this is also an experience. Fruitful or not, we’ll see. Meanwhile, I still think about it.

WAITING FOR JUSTICE

These days I have realized that I am tired. Not just physically, I mean. I am tired of seeing people reaping fruits that they do not deserve, tired of seeing those who make others despair rejoice, tired of having to see how no one with the qualifications to do so ever wants to intervene. I am sick and tired of watching while mediocrity is rewarded, I am now disgusted by having to witness the painful spectacle of “you will see that things will work out”, I vomit when I hear that somewhere there is justice. The truth is that I have the balls full of how things are going and the absolute impossibility of changing them. I’m tired of deluding myself that something can improve when reality suggests the exact opposite. Who knows how to fool others, who knows how to take advantage of opportunities without merit, who knows how to smile at the right people and in the right moments in this world is fine. To the others, a pat on the back and the same old and sadly worn promise of a “sooner or later” that never comes.