Some things do not go, simply remain hidden in a corner of our in-consciousness. Every now and then awaken to the sight of something, to appoint a person to hear a song, hearing a noise or a light review. Something that hit you in profndo does not go away and the sense of its lack causes a dull pain and deep, to the need 'to feel the same sense of peace.
I arrived here in Rome for a sum of randomness 'of desires and unresolved dug a furrow in reality' and wrote a steep path to my inner peace. Peace and that obviously is not 'yet concetizzata but that every day I open the road, leaving a piece of me less depression Dublin. As always I
acted on instinct, not knowing why ', but finding myself with a moment of consciousness at the same time making a decision.
I just try to breathe, not to give weight to the erratic motions of my heart yearning to want unreal.
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