(continua dai post precedenti)
13- stendere su un filo un sogno chiuso in un cassetto
13 - let it fly away something that is taken
14 - sit down to put in order what remains
15 - be surprised at the happiness of having more space to (do) something.
As a teenager I thought would do great things.
I thought I would write poems, then maybe a book one day I bought the car (the one you choose, and you seem to always go well), I furnished my house, drove a black motorcycle ... I wanted to be a television journalist, writing articles, teaching, traveling.
not think I ever seriously wanted to be rich, or I think I would do that too. Money is not interesting, except to the extent of "enough" and I hope that I always suffice.
In all of this will and do, quietly, at the time, things are getting accomplished, but maybe I missed a small detail, the same happened, so breathtaking, with the explosive characteristics of the volcano, that sooner or later you roars in feet and overflows the rivers of red heat. How much more is silent for a long time, the more savage blows. I forgot, and still seems to elude me, love.
Love in the end remains.
In order, on the edge, in drawers, in the wind ... the only thing that fills it. The absence.
love is the only thing left I always do. Note that can not be erased from the agenda.
Love is the only thing that remains to be given.
Even when you're empty-handed.
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