Manco for a long time on the blog ... I apologize to all my readers (hahaha, I think almost anyone to tell the truth: D), in each case, from now on I will try again to be present ... I leave you this little story written in rhetoric about an hour, to me, in fact.
soon! (Hopefully closer to what the topic ...)
I awoke in the middle of the night.
My mind was awake and my body locked, motionless, as trapped in a horrible spell, I felt like a soul reincarnated in the middle, suspended between life and another, and below me felt the abyss of ' oblivion.
I tried once more to move clear my mind and I felt desperate scream "Get your arm!", But that branch of ancient redwood stood stiff and expressionless.
Then I was crying, tremors coming from the bowels or even somewhere in my deep, I wanted to shake, scream, throw out what was inside, but my body could not, or perhaps did not want.
I was sure to be dead.
Suddenly, though, I realized that despite the darkness, I was able to see and that the darkness in which I was immersed in reality could be painted in shimmering colors, and so the invisible walls of my room is first dyed blue , then rose ... reflected my state of mind ... I relaxed as they changed color, and so I knew that there was no need to talk, to feel, to move to pull out what was inside. It was enough to 'talk' to my world.
Then I saw her.
The light suddenly broke into the room, the walls before its light and dark yet adopted any corner of the damn hotel room came to life, coming up to me and wrapped in a prodigious grasp of light.
you, his face relaxed and smiling, looking at me, then raised his hand in salute e. .. wait ... I had never smile ... I even avoided, he did not want to be with me ... I did not want to ruin his day sun with my dark ideas, he did not want me .... The room
resumed gray.
clear I was suddenly without a reason, with the clarity of some nightmares, that I followed, studied, learned his times, his manner of do his ideas, his favorite kind of music and I tried to readjust her like a second-hand clothes a bit 'off the sides, but she did not want me, did not want a carbon copy of her being ugly.
His light was going to light up other rooms, other faces, reached out to other dreams, other souls ... would go to someone who could complete it, certainly not by someone who could appiccicarlesi him.
I woke up.
I had never seen the girl I had just appeared, and I had already forgotten the details of his face, as with the most beautiful dreams, but I was sure that I found, it did not matter if in reality had the same cutting face, the same sweet face, the same eyes that made you feel naked ... the important thing was to find that person and night in broad daylight as he was able to make me feel like in that room dell'alberghetto outskirts of Bologna, was able to permeate my world with its light, was able to understand and be understand without words, only the color adopted, with only her be herself.
Only you will, hopefully, one day to complete this story, because the best stories, my beloved, is yet to be written.
