Posted by: Libripassion
in Quotes & Aphorisms (Moods)
What is happening to me? Who am I becoming? I feel double, as if a part of me had started looking at me, observing my life.
Written on tuesday june 12, 2012
from the book "" by Fabio Volo
What is happening to me? Who am I becoming? I feel double, as if a part of me had started looking at me, observing my life.
One day, in a natural way, everthing changed. And nothing was the same as before. A world of certainty had been swept away, overwhelmed.
I love women, I always have done. How can you not love them? Because women are beautiful. Beautiful are their contours, their hands, their skin, the contorted threads of their minds. Beautiful the coloured scents of their wishes. Like my fears, their little turmoils. I love the beauty of their moves. I love how they dry their tears with their hand and the sudden smile after they've been crying like children. Unexpected gashes of light. I love women. Without them I would've already left. Without them I would've never come back.
I love it when someone kisses my eyelids, when he keeps my hands and our fingers fasten like a zip. I feel as if suddenly the world collapsed, I'd be safe.
You're never ready enough for bad news and thinking about it is useless.
In a lifetime you can meet loads of people and become really good friends of some of them. But who spent adolescence with you has an important place. Maybe even more than childhood comrades.
A great need of travelling, laughing and having fun has just exploded in me. The need of living a new world, different from mine. I need to have the capacity of hoping. I need to love. I don't want to find anymore excuses to not love.
Maybe you must learn to be with people, and not expect a perfect fit.
Maybe now I just want to undress from this role to see what lies underneath. Maybe I've finally found the strength and the courage to risk myself. And maybe discover, without having ever known it, that I'm simply more.
I wonder if it's more sinful to follow what I feel or the hipocrisy of living what I'm not.