Somewhere,
sometime, somehow in another life, when my shape knew to smile without wrinkle,
I madly yearned after the chance of work more. I don’t know why… Maybe because
I wasn’t happy, maybe because I had my dreams of magnification. I had my
maggots after some “glory”.
So I throw my afternoons on window, I broke in many
pieces my plans for vacantion, I crumpled the silk of my nights with smooth dreams.
I plump for hamper with unlived adventure the illusion that a love has need of
tappings without hurry. And, without no hesitation, I soared on the road if
victory without no rest…. In so many years of labour and titubation, I arranged
in life dark rings, insomnia, peals of cry, books, crashes, desperate loves,
betrayals, forgivnesses. Don’t do it like me…. Now… I don’t know how formula
should I use to recover my years…
One day, I realized that I need that moment
of gorgeous, rummaged, of love. I wanted to track down all the moments from my
life which haven’t love. You know, just when you enter in other’s shoes you
realize what it means his/her life. Saturday was a quiet day and petty
much chilly. The weather was nice, even if it’s winter. Did a load of laundry
and I got to the beach with my daughter. Such beautiful time! I steal every second
from my princess. She is my secret, she is my power, my weakness, my worries;
she made me a real woman, a mother… I am due to her.
Now, I give
time for me like a newborn, whichever I am convinced that one day somebody will
want to hold in his arms. And I would like not to be so strange of myself.
I am the simple mortal catched in customs of winter.
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