Posted by: Davide Castellani
in Quotes & Aphorisms (Moods)
All our final decisions are made in a state of mind that is not going to last.
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All our final decisions are made in a state of mind that is not going to last.
I often have
long conversations all by myself
and I am so clever
that sometimes I don't understand
a single word
of what I am saying.
I love the woman that I was. Even if she was fragile she was never weak, even if she was tired she never stopped fighting. She knew how to resist. To the woman I was I feel as if I have to recognize some merits, many: the courage to be wrong, the good will of being there, the responsability of choosing herself.
Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.
I wanted for the moments in my life to follow each other and order themselves like those of a life remembered. It would be just as well to try to catch time by the tail.
All I ever thought about me, who I was, what I was, was only a lie. More or less. You have no idea of what an amazing liberation!
Take breath away from me, if you wish,
take air away, but
do not take from me your laughter.
Do not take away the rose,
the lanceflower that you pluck,
the water that suddenly
bursts forth in your joy,
the sudden wave
of silver born in you.
My struggle is harsh and I come back
with eyes tired
at times from having seen
the unchanging earth,
but when your laughter enters
it rises to the sky seeking me
and it opens for me all
the doors of life.
My love, in the darkest
hour your laughter
opens, and if suddenly
you see my blood staining
the stones of the street,
laugh, because your laughter
will be for my hands
like a fresh sword.
Next to the sea in the autumn,
your laughter must raise
its foamy cascade,
and in the spring, love,
I want your laughter like
the flower I was waiting for,
the blue flower, the rose
of my echoing country.
Laugh at the night,
at the day, at the moon,
laugh at the twisted
streets of the island,
laugh at this clumsy
boy who loves you,
but when I open
my eyes and close them,
when my steps go,
when my steps return,
deny me bread, air,
light, spring,
but never your laughter
for I would die.
My body will not be a tomb for other creatures.
No one brushes my hair as well as the wind.
There is no need for special effects in this town as there is already enough axiety and panic to win an Oscar.