One week gone

What I’ve discovered?

It was never easy to return, never easy to get in touch with a past I wanted to erase
Or with people I have never understood

It was much more harder now after realizing my most intimate and profound dream
But I’m here, capable to smile and to embrace life for what it is

One day I went to a theatre
The one I’ve been on my first date
I saw myself a few years ago, excited to keep his hand in mine
To feel his presence in the darkness and to be simply and amazingly happy

I even felt his perfume filling the room
Sweet nostalgia in my heart
A sad, coming beyond the time smile on my face

Streets full of stories
Friendship, love, conflict, fight

I was there, naked
Looking in the deep eyes of my memories
With no more fear, no more sorrow
Just a simple melancholy..

In one week I understood that I can be the girl from Spain
Wherever I am, whoever surrounds me

I can be her…
Tortured by suave curiosity getting me out of the comfort zone
Filled by fresh feeling of liberty of being crazy, childlike, different
Denuded of limitations and anxiety

I am her…


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