Life’s a constant battle with inertia.
Quotes
End of first part
This first part of the diary project ended with the opening of the Instagram account.
Memo to self
No moulding
just helping, here, now.
No moulding.
Writing
If you could go back in time
you’d make the same mistakes again
you’d relive the nasty parts
as well as the good ones
Being older you’re aware
that you cannot know
what lies ahead
It has yet to be written
and you’ve learned to write
The elusive art of waiting
It’s an art
I’m trying to master,
but all I manage to do
is fill the space of time with ‘items’
so that my thoughts don’t linger,
excessively, on the awaited one.
The void itself is grey,
but not always,
it does depend
on the nature of the expectation.
It’s dark grey now,
that I am waiting
for relieving news.
It can be purple,
in other cases,
better cases.
To dance one dance
To dance one dance
Out of a dream
you came to me
to dance one dance.
It left me
unexpecting, my womb in flames, my breath short.
Gratitude and melancholy.
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Un giro di danza
Della materia dei sogni
sei venuta a me
per un giro di danza.
Mi ha lasciata
senza pretese, col ventre in fiamme, il fiato corto.
Gratitudine e malinconia.
Connection
When there is a connection problem
please reboot.
Allow
Life will only allow
what you will allow yourself.
Snow
The white snowy fields,
broken by the traces
of the countryside’s secret life,
bring a smile to my face
lined by dry tears
of a past long gone.
Tempo
Odio il tempo diluito.
Edge Stretching 