Joy and pain come from that room and are the key in order to enter. Joy and pain cry the same tears, they are nacre of the life, and what counts in life is to maintain intact that splinter of heart, so difficult to reach, so difficult to listen, so difficult to donate, because there it is all true.
Life is an interrogation made in order to extort you a truth that you don't know and that you will pretend to remember just not to suffer anymore, until you'll be convinced of that lie, forgetting that you have invented it.
When we don't seem to think about nothing, acyually we think about what we care. The love is like gravity force: invisible and universal, like the physical one. Inevitably our heart, our eyes, our words, without realizing it end up there, on what we love, like the apple with the gravity.
Tear the beauty to the world, everywhere it is and give it to who you it is nearby: that's why I'm here.
The pages become white, it lacks ink to life.
- Leuos: White. The Italian word "light" derives from this.
- Aima: Blood. The Italian word "haematoma"(blood lump) derives from this.
[If you put togheter those two frightening words, it comes out a more terrible one: leukaemia]
[A name that derives from Greek and means "white blood"]
[I knew It that the white is a swindle. How can be the blood white?]
[The blood is just red]
[The tears are just salty]
[Silvia told me in tears]
- Beatrice has leukaemia.
[And her tears have become mine]
There are two ways of looking at someone's face. One is looking at their eyes as a part of it. The other is looking at the eyes only, as if they were the face. It's one of those things that intimidate when you do them. Because the eyes are a miniature of life. White around, like the nothingness in which life drifts, the coloured iris, like the unpredictable variety that portrays it, until diving into the black of the pupil that swallows everything, like a dark well without colour and without bottom. And that's where I plunged looking at Silvia that way, in the deep ocean of her life, entering inside and letting her enter mine: the eyes but I couldn't stand the look. Silvia could.
The t9 is the invention of 21st the century. It saves you a lot of time and gives you lot of laughter, because when you want to write a word it understands another, that sometimes is the opposite one. For example when I must write "excuse", the word that appears is "fear". It's a singular coincidence, because when I must say sorry for something I have always a great fear.
If I concentrate on my body I feel pain, and if I concentrate on my thoughts I feel even more pain. Why has pain decided to become my best friend?
My brain has been transformed in a camera, so the heart could see again anytime the most beautiful movie ever filmed on the face of Earth.