Friday, January 14, 2011

Dogs Urine Clear Like Water

A volte basta un incontro

Un silenzio imbarazzante. Strano. Decisamente non ordinario. L'unico rumore che si sente è il ticchettio dei tasti sulla tastiera del mio pc. Sono sola, la casa dorme. Se non fosse per i cani che abbaiano, tutto sarebbe pace.
Ho poco tempo ultimamente, e spesso quel tempo è pieno di rumore. Rumore della vita che va, del vociare delle persone che amo, dell'allegria degli amici, degli elettrodomestici in casa sempre accesi, della musica che accompagna ogni mio giorno, del traffico, dei pensieri.. Eh si, i miei pensieri fanno un rumore assordante. Non c'è verso di acquietarli, o farli urlare meno. Dicono che in poco tempo tutto can happen. Just a meeting, and that life is upset. Or maybe not. Maybe not just a meeting. Maybe it takes more than a few meetings. And coffee. And a chat. And a lively exchange of ideas and brilliant. It looks: looks of complicity disarming.
Suddenly, without knowing how or why, you find yourself with a tangle of emotions. And do not really know how to handle them. And you lose control, I hate to lose control of situations. It makes me feel in danger, as if any moment something bad happens.
And therefore I make more attentive, more difficult. I lock myself in a few words, so do not let anyone or anything to threaten my peace of mind. Or at least my "power to control." Who says I do not know well enough that I am a cool, detached, almost haughty. In truth, unfortunately, are just scared. Frightened by the news, by some new feelings. My friend Claudia, instead, you ensure that you let go. At the risk of mistakes or, worse, to suffer. Recently he has opened his heart after one of those chance encounters. A coffee, a chat, and she found herself inundated with new emotions. And trouble. But she lives them anyway. This must in itself, he says. Never mind that it is now poised between two completely different people together and does not know who the two allows choosing. After all, repeat, love is never easy.
It will, however I'm afraid that kind of meeting them. Because, ultimately, if I meet the right person, I also lose the head. And perhaps this has already happened.
Good night everyone, sweet dreams.

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