Lots faces, many masks.
Thoughts, entries and avatar who draw what humanity should represent but actually the room is cold.
Social that should connect and instead disconnect people turning them into Cold machines.
Yet they are excited or at least have not thrown away the potential to do so. Faces and photos made to highlight the beauty that is missing inside. Stories and sharing to fascinate or perhaps because we no longer know any other way to express ourselves outside the electronics in which we may now identify ourselves.
Sometimes, in my loneliness, I still find people made up of that humanity that goes beyond appearance but I am almost always disappointed.
Occasionally, in the dark, a magical and unexpected event occurs. Magic, substance and inner sensitivity is not always and only a dream: some rags of humanity still exist but it is not social.
You will find it where you least expect it, in the meantime take care of yourself and never stop loving yourself.
Tonight these words came to me after I looked around and in my faces I saw beauty but I felt cold. It warmed me listening to the three albums of Renato Zero: Zero seventy.
There are warm and extraordinary words in his lyrics and music that I had never appreciated before. The "passion" for Renato Zero came to me from a very dear special friend and every time I hear it, I think of her.
Tonight I felt the need for a hug that wiped out all this ugly period of closures, pandemics, viruses and social distance. A society that I increasingly struggle to understand and love because I feel I come from another very different and less cold reality.
