HOW PEOPLE CHANGE

How people change when faced with the truth. To a smile that nails them. To a silence that strips them of their falseness. Their. Those of the nights spent chatting. The ones you trusted. You have lost faith in so many people. and because of your eternal trust, you have lost important days. A few smiles went out. Some dreams have been lost. You have even come to lose yourself. Don’t worry, it happens. First we learn to select who deserves to be close to us and the sooner we learn to love each other. You have lost faith in so many people. And today you know that too many know how to make promises. But few are able to keep them. There are those who stay close to you when the forces are at zero. When you have nothing left to offer. There. Who stays close to you in those moments. It is a safe haven for dark days. You have lost faith in so many people. You who have always loved people who feel empty after a hug. Who have nothing more to say. Because that’s where they recognize each other. Because it is when the silence begins that they begin to speak. And for this I tell you learn to observe who is in front of you, keep at bay those who insist too much in looking for you and be wary of those who need your hello to greet you. You have lost faith in so many people and now it will take a while to get back to who you were to accept the truth. That sincerity does not reward. To be able to rely less on others and more on you.

ANOTHER LIGHT VEIL

If there is one thing I am learning from this life it is not to cling to people. Trust me when I tell you that your parents, however obsessive they may be on certain points, are and will be the only people you can really trust. Acquaintances, friends, loves, each person is just passing through and when you believe you have met one who seems to be the exception, you will soon learn that it will turn out to be like all the others. Your parents will be the only ones not to wear a mask towards you, they will be the only ones who will tell you the truth in your face, no matter how badly it can do, but you will soon learn that that truth is a reason. And I am learning this the hard way. But there is still someone more truthful than your parents, and that is God. He is not a belief, he is not a religion, he is not a person or a being told by a church. He is alive and real, he is present in your life and in all things on earth. He is, and has never forsaken you. He is nothing of what man has told; learn from yourself to know who God is and His character, and as far as I am concerned, I can only show you the ways, the ways on how to know Him. God is with you, no matter what your life is like, God is on your side, in every mistake you make, He was always there with no judgment and always will be.

DISTANCES

It took me time to accept the pushes, the approaches, the distances. Until I realized that there is no void between people. In that place between souls things happen, things that have always continued. Promises that know of smiles, tears, necessary silences that know of trust. Life is a dance disguised as a struggle, where the only one who loses is those who do not believe. Those who do not gently and delicately caress their own pain and that of the other, those who do not sit at the door as on the seashore and not to wait but to take care, with love of that dull noise, in the shadow from so far. The heart knows, the heart sees, even when the eyes are blind and full of anger. Give time to time, everything is fine.

BEYOND THE IMAGINATION

Okay, I've never been here, I've only been here.

I've seen faces, walked streets, drank beer and smoked weed.

I wanted to do more, say more, but it's not the turn to feel sorry for yourself, not now.

Now we get up if we are on the ground.

Now let's run if we have learned to walk.

Now you don't just shout to the sky, now the sky will listen to us because we will make it tremble with our voices, so let us hear you.

Wherever you are, scream until you are free.

Turn up the volume of the music because it is the music that will set us free.

Forget everything for a moment, forget about being children, being fathers, mothers.

There are no bonds here except those we have built.

Forget everything for a moment, the worries, the pains, the pains, the hell, the tears.

Here we cry only for joy for having made it, to be alive always and in any case, because what you are never dies,

your word never dies.

I was born on a winter's night, in a valley of hopes and promises.

They are the consequence of my thoughts, my actions and beyond.

Beyond the imagination, beyond my head, my hands and beyond.

Leave a mark on all the people you've met and arrive at the end with nothing left, broken into a thousand pieces and beyond.

Over my arms, legs, feet and beyond.

Besides everything that has never been here

Besides all that has never been true.

ALL THINGS ABOUT LOVE WE KNOW

Some time ago I was in my room and among other things I was reflecting on love, or rather on how we expect romantic love to be, on how they told us it should be and on how it really is. Ever since we are little they tell us more or less implicitly that love coincides with falling in love; the irrepressible physical attraction, the pupils that dilate, I want us to do bullshit after bullshit on bullshit to show our feeling to the person we are falling in love with. All these things in the collective imagination are love, then everything is seasoned with the idea that in the universe there is a person who completes us and with whom things are easy. Still, the more you grow up, the more shit is not true. The fact is that after a certain number of relationships, more or less adult, more or less lasting, you realize that it does not work according to that implicit idea you had of love, which in fact coincides with passion, with infatuation, and above all that that first year, those first years when everything is easy, do not last; and when that feeling of lightness and fluffiness disappear, we all find ourselves disoriented like ‘but is it really all over?’. Whether it happens after a couple of months or after a couple of years, the result is always the same. Suddenly all the excitement that enveloped the relationship with the other disappears and in its place there is an emptiness that then and then also seems worrying and that we believe is also for this reason that when we think about our past relationships, many times we fail to explain them. How many people have wondered ‘how did I manage to be with that person? What did I find in that person? ‘ The fact is that we are still pushed to throw ourselves into relationships to chase that dream there, the one where all things stop being monotonous out of the blue. We fall in love and the routine no longer seems heavy, the world seems to have secrets that we did not know before; but is love really that thing there?

Not that it is absolutely wrong to look for butterflies in the stomach, but I think it is better to confuse butterflies with what in reality is love, which we fear is much more like a deep friendship rather than a situation of perennial chemistry to celebrate. altered. Several years ago, when I was 16, I was talking to a 40-year-old writer who had just broken up with his partner after a dozen years of engagement, and I asked him if falling in love had lasted so long; I mean, 12 years is an eternity of time to be in love. And he looked at me for a moment and replied ‘absolutely not. I began to love this person the moment I stopped being in love with him. For the first time in my life after that moment, I seemed to be able to really see her, to spend time with her without being distracted by the irrationality of falling in love ‘. At the time I didn’t understand it very well, in fact it seemed like a phrase from my grandmother, and I said ‘fuck but how is it possible, what is another reason that can push two people to be together besides the romantic urgency?’ The fact is that in my opinion, after a bit of experience, this writer I had talked to was right. Infatuation can be felt towards 1000 different people, people who at some point will turn out to be wrong, not because they are absolutely wrong but maybe because they are wrong for us. Maybe the life they live is not really the one that goes well with ours. Maybe over time it turns out that worldviews are too different and so on. The infatuation in all of this has a time that can be more or less short but that surely ends at some point. So when I was in my room and I was thinking about this thing, I came to the conclusion that infatuation is cool, but that it also has very little to do with love. Love is perhaps just that feeling that one also feels towards friends or family, that kind of low and loving hum that pervades the time you spend with someone, the beauty of being in silence while being together, accompanying each other while doing the shopping, accompanying each other to do boring things without expecting fun, but with the sole purpose of taking care, sometimes, even with the ability to get bored together.

I was thinking about how important and useful it would be to have a slightly deeper vision of love and therefore to see life in a less distressing way. Infatuation is beautiful, but with the expectations and promises it brings with it it becomes distressing, premises like the idea that the desire lasts forever, that the other person is always perfect, that being together will never be disappointing, making long-term plans and so on. If you confuse infatuation with love, then you experience the infatuation itself badly which by its nature should be kept light and shiny; ‘What if the other leaves us, if all of a sudden he changes his mind, if at a certain point he doesn’t love us anymore?’. The fact is that infatuation does not necessarily imply love, unconditional affection, complete acceptance: love, familiarity and affection do. And if that kind of intimacy has developed between two people, it will certainly not be discovered in the first months, in the first years, and that writer is probably right; it turns out that you love and only when you stop being in love.