I gave so much to this city.
Since 2010 she saw all my ups and all my downs.
I gave her everything.
My best years, all my thoughts, my feelings, my good times, my dreams.
All the bad and all the good.
All my tears, all my smiles.
All of me, the genuine me.
Piece by piece.
So many times my mind went with the flow of this river, looking down from the bridge.
Mesmerizing with city lights and the noise, the music and the voices. The smell of the street food and the steps of the horses.
Till now I still believe she deserved all I gave. Same way I got her in my heart, so she got a piece of me too. She took it with hunger and swallow it whole, with no hesitation.
Every time I take off from here I get this feeling of detachment. Same way coming back to her feels somehow like coming back home.
But i know. I never got one, never felt like 100% belonging to a place or a person, if not myself within my imagination.
But still this city seems to know me better than my mother.
I let her look inside of me countless times in exchange of feeling part of her as one.
The deep sadness cried out, while in a taxi I saw pieces of her beautiful landscapes breaking fast from my window.
The moments of joy walking breathing deep her taste and feeling invincible. My proud loneliness, that always made me feel strong.
The amusement, for every sunset I could catch that made me (and still makes me) feel amazed, and so included in this whole thing we call universe, but still so small and insignificant for the rest. So unknown and not understandable for the most.
She got everything as everything is what I gave her. And she seems so untouched, as a mother who got so many children to take care of. She is watching us. And she knows it all, saw it all. Hundreds of times as an old soul dealing with young lives. If u focus, in the deepest nights, when few people are around, you might feel her smiling at you.
She knows what u got inside without a world said.cos u let her see into your abyss before, and she liked the view. She wont judge you. She will take you inside like a limbo, like a mamba would eat u alive. Slowly. And she wont let you go. You might leave one day, but that piece of you, no that piece, that sparkle you once had, will stay here with her, getting part of her big history, as a universal memory stored somewhere in her polluted sky, or deep down in her waters, (who knows) ... where no one can reach.
Since 2010 she saw all my ups and all my downs.
I gave her everything.
My best years, all my thoughts, my feelings, my good times, my dreams.
All the bad and all the good.
All my tears, all my smiles.
All of me, the genuine me.
Piece by piece.
So many times my mind went with the flow of this river, looking down from the bridge.
Mesmerizing with city lights and the noise, the music and the voices. The smell of the street food and the steps of the horses.
Till now I still believe she deserved all I gave. Same way I got her in my heart, so she got a piece of me too. She took it with hunger and swallow it whole, with no hesitation.
Every time I take off from here I get this feeling of detachment. Same way coming back to her feels somehow like coming back home.
But i know. I never got one, never felt like 100% belonging to a place or a person, if not myself within my imagination.
But still this city seems to know me better than my mother.
I let her look inside of me countless times in exchange of feeling part of her as one.
The deep sadness cried out, while in a taxi I saw pieces of her beautiful landscapes breaking fast from my window.
The moments of joy walking breathing deep her taste and feeling invincible. My proud loneliness, that always made me feel strong.
The amusement, for every sunset I could catch that made me (and still makes me) feel amazed, and so included in this whole thing we call universe, but still so small and insignificant for the rest. So unknown and not understandable for the most.
She got everything as everything is what I gave her. And she seems so untouched, as a mother who got so many children to take care of. She is watching us. And she knows it all, saw it all. Hundreds of times as an old soul dealing with young lives. If u focus, in the deepest nights, when few people are around, you might feel her smiling at you.
She knows what u got inside without a world said.cos u let her see into your abyss before, and she liked the view. She wont judge you. She will take you inside like a limbo, like a mamba would eat u alive. Slowly. And she wont let you go. You might leave one day, but that piece of you, no that piece, that sparkle you once had, will stay here with her, getting part of her big history, as a universal memory stored somewhere in her polluted sky, or deep down in her waters, (who knows) ... where no one can reach.
As a price you had to pay to stay.
As the fee u had to pay to enter her void.
Il disordine e' nella testa.
