flow

 

A trip saving my inner being from falling

I’ve realized, I actually love this city
I love getting lost
I love to be alone…
On my own… to be myself without explaining anything to anyone
I love to talk with strangers, and joke, and laugh
I love to listen to others’ conversations in a multitude of languages
I love being the crazy, stupid and childlike myself
I love when I get drunk from one glass of beer
I love spending hours staring at new found buildings
And i love to be drawn in the feeling of NOW

It’s time to widely open my chest and let the air come in
To be the boat led by the wave
And the bird learning to feel  the breeze

And then you don’t feel that lost
Nor that alone
You are just okay with who you are, where you are and when you are…

Flow&fly
oh, soul of mine…

 

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See you at Vicky

Victoria station situated almost in the heart of London. Lots of people leave and return everyday. Steps,many steps, sound loudly on the pavement. Old walls whispering Hellos and Goodbyes.
I am slowly passing by evey single morning.
Colours, faces, shapes changing in front of my eyes. People around become characters of amazing stories. Some smile nonchalantly, others are lost in their thoughts.
Rush. Infinite rush. I stop right in the center of the crazy movement.
It could be enough to grab somebody’s hand  and say Hi.
A step separates us from each other. The fear of creating bonds. “Taming”. Let yourself be tamed.

Scared of getting myself be trapped in the narrow box of feelings and then being blamed for not corresponding its size.
Scared of the human nature…of what I’ve become in this whole mess of disappointment, distrust and loneliness.

 

“To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world…”But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life . I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow…”

The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Rome

Rome,
Once the heart of Latinity
Now, its ruins
The symbol of glory
The perfect mix of styles

Narrow streets, awesome old buildings
Colorful walls, amazing balconies smelling of spring
Quiet Tevere following its path
Beautiful people, words that simply flow gently touching the soul
Italian elegance, Italian guys and Italian food

Rome on two wheels
The happiness in its purest form
Falling in love
Embracing everything with my eyes, my soul and with my whole existence…
And why is it always so hard to leave?

Move your soul

{dance me to the end of love}:

A slow, harmonic and suave movement of two bodies
One dance giving an independent life to the passion existing in you

No, not that kind of passion
A totally different sensation filling every cell and making the most inner corner of you vibrate
A mind lost in silence
A body flowing with the rhythm
And a soul reaching the intimate beauty

People that sing
People whose voice reach the depths
The ones who wholeheartedly touch the musical instruments
People losing themselves and melting in one dance

They all are special
They pulse of magic…

I AM

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…