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Boring speaking

6/22/2014

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Immagine
It was a rainy day, just putting my nose out of the window sounded crazy… I was in total relax.. just a thought in my mind… I won’t leave this house even if it’s on fire!

The phone is ringing ... No! I'm not going to pick up, no ... And if it was an important call? Maybe that sparkle I was waiting for a long time? ... Hello?

“Hey you cannot miss, there's an event so cool tonight, there will be all the best, it’s a special occasion!”

“Well.. I ...”

“Perfect! I'll put you on the list, see you later!”

Why??? Why didn’t I say NOOO!!??

I get clothed as if I was a cyborg.. expressionless, fast into the car and reaching my destination, a few people there, the scene communicates absence of brain activity.

"may I introduce you ...." ooh very pleased " " my pleasure " “you’re welcome..” :) :) :)  :) :/

Looking around .. reminds me of an aquarium ... Lips moving  without any interesting sound ... Someone telling its deeds, someone speaking on the phone interfering on others’thoughts, throwing adventures, someone telling the last session of analysis ...

Hello... Nobody’s in the house. This is a recorded message… Please ... retry tomorrow ...

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Mr Blue...

6/12/2014

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Mr Blue works as an employee during the day. After that, he takes off his tie, and his hands stop adjusting the knot, and start playing music, meanwhile the night begins, and his soul can come out.

“Smoke creates blue twirls in the dark, they remind me of grey skies I have seen many times, with clouds running on and covering the moon, now made by that spotlight, and the brushes on drums make the rain rustle…

It was a very hard day, busy and complicated… nobody seemed to get my words, none listening but just shouting…

Music starts flowing through my veins, I’m closing my door and you, grumpy, are out! The show is about to begin, mind is clear, heart pumping, following the rhythm… fingers give the first touch to the strings… audience have a small thrill, I can feel it by their voices becoming lower and stopping the chat…

Hello dears… It’s me… I’m Mr Blue!”


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Raining in my Heart...

6/10/2014

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Always, in our lives, there’s a sound that lulls us.

The tenderness of our mother singing a song, the music of a carillon soothing us gently, the voice of the sea by a shell on our ear, telling us about the reign of Poseidon ... Or ... The rain ...

The sound of rain conjures up thoughts of something ancient, living beings who tended to run away, without even so much understanding why, looking for shelter in a cave ... just simply because being wet made them feel so cold. So it was that, once safe, the sound of rain began to be something sounding so good, because hearing it in the background, being indoor, meant not feel cold.

How many times I would have liked to feel my heart protected and listen to the sound of rain lulling me from outside ... But no ... It's raining in my heart. A simple refuge would be enough, basic, no frills, just a little protection, just to warm up a bit. I wouldn’t mind to sleep on wooden planks, for having that.

Maybe sometimes I have so much fear that the rain can reach me, so I put trays to hold the drops, always, just to be safe, even in good weather.

I'm feeling a bit cold ... It's raining in my heart ..


Picture above: Raining in my Heart
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Sending a letter to someone so far away...

6/6/2014

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Immagine

Sometimes our words seem to become deeper when who they are addressed to... is so far away.

Magically we are able to speak words of love, to give those hugs we were never able to give, to forgive and forget…  there are so many ways to be so far away, there are sometimes impossible distances to be traveled, maybe not even our imagination would be able to reach those peaks.

It was so good, that time, when we used to walk through the night, our noses to the sky, our eyes searching falling stars… for asking to fulfill our desires. You told me, looking at the Ursa Major, that it had a smaller star, just in the middle.. and that you put your wishes there, so they could be more discrete and less visible, and more safe.

Everytime I look at that star I can feel a little magic, and I would love asking the stars…”tell me about the wishes”… and the mushrooms.. “tell me about the rain…” asking a cloud.. “tell me about the sky” … a flower.. “tell me about the bees”…. the earth.. “tell me about life”… a heart.. “tell me about love”…

My words are making me feel  the distance so strongly, I hope my letter will reach you.

There are so many ways to be so far away…


Image above: "The Guardian"
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