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I don’t quite know, how to say, how I feel.
Those three words have said too much but not enough.
Forget what we’re told before we get too old.
If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Let’s waste time…
And I got to feel it. I feel independence. I feel deliberate loneliness. All those thoughts were right and I’ve been nothing else but a piece of a puzzle inlay on the wrong puzzle.
And I got to understand it. There should be an incomplete puzzle waiting for its last piece. A hole with my shape. And now, first of all, I have to free this piece, to walk alone until the new position. A new position where I could feel myself free. So, that’s an end which will set up a new beginning.
Come to an end…
Ma che cosâ€™í¨ questo lampo di felicití che mi fa tremare, mi ridí forza, vita…Vi domando scusa dolcissime creature, non avevo capito, non sapevo…Comâ€™í¨ giusto accettarvi, amarvi…e comâ€™í¨ semplice…
Ecco, tutto ritorna come prima, tutto í¨ di nuovo confuso…ma questa confusione sono io, io come sono, non come vorrei essere…e non mi fa pií¹ paura…Dire la verití …quello che non so, che cerco, che non ho ancora trovato…Solo cosí¬ mi sento vivo…e posso guardare i tuoi occhi fedeli senza vergogna.
E’ una festa la vita, viviamola insieme…!
Last night I was in the Kingdom of Shadows. If you only knew how strange it is to be there. It is a world without sound, without colour. Everything there – the earth, the trees, the people, the water and the air – is dipped in monotonous grey. Grey rays of the sun across the grey sky, grey eyes in grey faces, and the leaves of the trees are ashen grey. It is not life but its shadow, it is not motion but its soundless spectre.
By Maxim Gorky…
”I finally came to the conclusion that maybe he was right. Maybe there’s no such things as heroes, there are just people like my dad. I finally came to understand why they were so uncomfortable being called heroes. Heroes are something we create, something we need. It’s a way for us to understand what is almost incomprehensible, how people could sacrifice so much for us. But for my dad and these men the risks they took, the wounds they suffered, they did that for their buddies. They may have fought for their country, but they died for their friends. For the man in front, for the man beside them. And if we wish to truly honor these men we should remember them the way they really were. The way my dad remembered them”.
James Bradley…
