As I breathe the hours of this strange Saturday morning I wonder what might make me feel better.
For a few days now I feel the need for a hug enveloping, warm and pleasantthat can bring me to a different dimension from the present. I feel the need for other vibrations (other frequencies) and a more serene, happy and warm environment of what I am experiencing.
Is reality all in the head? It may be as it may not be!
So I can think of the words of Lucio Dalla in his song "The Year to Come".
His song and his voice and interpretation give me warmth and make me think that it would be nice to be able to write to a friend who listens to you and, that somehow, refers you to his energy. I imagine I'll write to a friend I love and from whom I feel as much love.
A friend who when you hear him knows how to recognize and see in you the qualities that escape people and maybe even myself!
A friend who feels happy and satisfied to feel even my energy, my world and who can feel my ability to love and my characteristic of being fragile!
Dear friend I write to you, so I am a bit distracted.
In questo sabato mattina mio fratello si prepara a trasferirsi presso la sua nuova prima casa di proprietร , lasciando cosรฌ vuota la stanza vicino la mia. Momento entusiasmante per lui e piรน complicato per me :-)
The time that passes is felt by presenting me characters of my childhood (also points of reference) that have now retired and then showing me without too many turns of words, that time passes and has passed for my parents too.
I may be deluding myself to be the same as I was a few years ago, perhaps because I donโt see much progress and I keep daydreaming because as long as I can, Iโm alive.
I feel a little more alone than I already was and, as always, if I look to the future I am afraid and I wonder what will become of me in this robotic and economic society where it is difficult to live with my strong fragility and emotionality.
After these breaths of reflection I realize that I must and I want to return to warm my thoughts with a colorful and welcoming ray, warm and friendly, that is, I want to try to imagine that it is not so catastrophic as it seems to me to perceive when I dwell on my fears and worries and perhaps on the feelings of the moment. How time is variable, even emotionality and days are!
Dear friend I write you and while I do I feel your warmth and embrace.
Dear friend even if imaginary, I write you and think of you as I try to become aware of the immense.
Dear friend I write you and imagine myself a little closer to you while a hug brings us in a different dimension.
Dear friend I write to you, so I am a bit distracted.
