..a silver thread.


A new day has begun as warm sun rays are melting the ice under my skin giving me a shivering sensation of joy and peace.. the sweet tunes coming from the stereo alternates to a guitar strong enough to keep me awake without spoiling the peace or interrupting the stream of thoughts coming from my soul..

feeling how the day goes on slowly and new energies flow into my head, new inspiration as a gentle hint to think more positively to my motivations and purposes for the future, far or near..
just got back and wanting to fly again.. still imprisoned in this time and place, trying to draw freedom on the walls of my jail..
painting my soul with all the different colors of the rainbow and trying not to forget all the people who help me escaping every time.. and every time is harder to go back, and everytime is easier to break away.. until walls will be down and no bounds will be left to break..

seeing a friend and not being able to keep you tears inside, feeling so blessed and lucky and happy and fearing your heart can not stand so much love and happiness, standing in the middle of an airport hugged so strong it almost hurts and not wanting to leave that unique and bizarre sensation you whispering call home.

not wanting to miss any single moment of that time, laughing crying talking standing in silence sitting on a pavement smoking eating drinking washing floors with coffee looking at a small sparrow on a street meeting people you've always heard of and you couldn't wait to know ending always sharing beds with someone you really care about and then end up on a train with nothing else than memories and a strange heat in your heart you can't explain with other words than love.

sharing thoughts and laughing on nothing, waking up in the middle of the night at the heat of a fireplace thinking you're so lucky to be there, drinking wine while telling stories with your friends..coming home having nothing to eat and still sharing that little with someone you love..

the fear that got you when someone asks you a question you're not sure you can answer, feeling lucky to have such a good God to trust, knowing you're nothing and everything at the same time, finding a way to be everything, your everything, and not just to yourself..wanting more and more and more and less at the same time, needing less everytime you find a new piece of yourself, the sweet sensation of seeing yourself in someone else's eyes..hoping your eyes are deep enough to contain all the love you get and open enough for the love you give..

and while the sun rises you get up, look out of the window and think that, sometimes, life can't be more beautiful...

.C.


ps. ho scritto questa cosa un po' di tempo fa, ma l'ho ritrovata da poco, per cui l'ho postata qui...