Da quando ho trovato la funzione shuffle del mio Sansa non sò mai quello che sentirò fra qualche minuti. Ma anche la vita sembra un po` cosi, non?
I am struggling. I must admit that truth...another time.
In fact it is just so awkward to be seeing faces that shall not be seen around this city, it is so awkward to go kissing cheeks on the wrong side, it is so awkward to think before saying excuse-me. É tão estranho….as coisas passam desapercebidas quase o tempo todo de consciência, mas nos momentos mais inusitados (distraídos) surge uma reflexão profunda antes de pedir “com licença”. Surge também uma confusão mental a respeito da primeira bochecha que deve ser beijada em um cumprimento. E seguem-se os dias.
Abro parênteses: Yes, I guess I am indeed messing up with them, S. Devo smettere di prendere queste medicine. Actually, yesterday I got into a funny incident when I needed to say out loud what I really needed doing at that moment…(Xiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, não diga!)…poor little listener of mine! Poor little me saying that out lout to my listener. And today I am also struggling with a bit of a back ache. Oh well…lasciamo perdere. Fecho parênteses.
This little (glued) heart of mine. Oh, little heart…oh glued thing! At the moment “Indecision” could be my surname. Or confusion: for the very same matter of fact. To be honest I am having troubles to pick little things, to make simple decisions, to keep on focusing on the big picture. But I know it is a process, it is natural (after all……) and that things are getting more and more clear day by day. But that part that makes no sense in this big picture is the fact that I am absolutely convinced that one very specific thing worth being fought for. I could say that maybe it is because I have this glued heart and nothing is like once it was when you need to use glue to recover its shape. But also I could understand those thoughts as part of my well known obsession, the need to be absolutely committed to a cause, to a thought.
On the top of everything I keep on asking myself what I am looking for with that posture of mine. In fact, I could claim that I am just looking for living. And that is indeed more than a reason to keep walking towards that direction. But in the other hand, I am not sure if that is the calling for this situation….let’s see, I assume.
Sono tutti e due pazzi, ma parlano la stessa lingua, hanno una storia simile e magari riusciranno insieme a fare valere la pena. Una historia cosi non si butta via facilmente. Cosa me ne dice? Sim, são ambos loucos, mas eles falam a mesma língua, têm uma história semelhante, e talvez tenham a capacidade de fazer tudo valer a pena. Memoravelmente.
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