So now, here we are…
A blank page,
getting old so early, waiting for some pen, and a letter, getting
old, looking at a mirror and reading itself, re-writing itself, from
the beginning, and re-reading… Here we are, a couple of white
clouds that got conscious of their existence back there, in that
home, that held on, until some wind came, and pushed one of them
away, and got them to scream for each other, a couple of clouds
meeting again… Here we are, a moment that got surprised, and
frozen, and living… in other moments, and a wave sent by the sun to
a small rose, day after day, until something got it to meet another
thing, some unknown… A memory that was asleep, forgotten, buried,
that woke up, and a memory that never slept, and that is now stronger
than ever, both are heading to that valley, to join the others, not
knowing why, but… Here we are!
And now, do you
remember me, sad old tree? … Will you let them cut you?... will you
leave before I come back, to see you again, to check the name that a
child kept with you once, and renew a memory that is tired, being on
my mind, ever since I left... And do you remember me, silent old
wave of the wind, that I once spoke to... Do you still have my words?
Can you tell them to me?... And you, sweet summer that I left,
thinking that I'll see you again... But now something told me that
you also left... And now, all I can do is, talk to the moon and hope
you all are talking to it... Or else, the moon is too small… I'll
talk to the sky... I'll talk to the world, because you're part of
it...
A beeper beeps, a
bell rings, someone announces a leaving, and someone goes away...
Some things die, some walks, some fights, some letters... They take a
long lasting death, and sleep... But his thoughts, his feelings, he
carries them, shows them to the sun, and goes... There, he'll have
another view, but he'll still be thinking with the same words, there,
a stranger will be added to a world, of strangers...
Did I say goodbye?
Did I say enough goodbyes? Did I say all my goodbyes?... And should
I? Maybe I shouldn't… One day, when I'll be back... Those goodbyes
will be there, and they'll say, here you are, why did you make us
carry all these feelings... Why did you come back!!
It's cold today,
it's cold every day, yeah... And the leaves have been falling and
falling... And the birds have been afraid, and the nights... they’re
cloudy... the stars don’t show anymore, and even the sun is
surrounded, even the sun is cold... No, frozen cold moments of my
memory, wait for me, don't leave, and leave me a silent hole, I'm
coming back, this journey will end, and at the end of the day, I'll
be there... And wait for me… The words will always need meanings,
the body will always need a soul, the soul will always need a life...
And now, the moment
is for the things that I didn't want to end before I leave, for the
moment I looked at the eyes of the wind, knowing what was on his
mind, but saying nothing… for the one who slept, and the one waking
up was not him, for the promises he keeps making to himself, that
he’ll wake up in the end… for the times I wanted to stop, for
the nights I stayed up, for all the ends that I was running away
from, for you, sweet old child, wait for me, don’t hide your
mistakes, wait for me, we’ll hide them together…
19/1/2010