"Così fa il destino: potrebbe filar via invisibile e invece brucia dietro di sè, quà e là, alcuni istanti, fra i mille di una vita. Nella notte del ricordo, ardono quelli, disegnando la via di fuga della sorte. Fuochi solitari, buoni per darsi una ragione, una qualsiasi."

I can't believe you came
Of course I came
It was three months from the day the doctor told him he had it till the day he died. Three months.
Stomach cancer's fast.
Gastric cancer's the technical term. It was everywhere. All up his alimentary canal. It was fun learning all the jargon.
I know what you mean. I never knew I had a medulla oblongata. Now I could draw it for you. Along with everything else in my head.
Do you have a scar?
Is that a rhetorical question?
Can I see it?
Sure
It's, um.... wow

Bren, it's ok, I'm ok
Yeah, I know. I'm at my father's funeral. I'm emotional........ You know this is the place where we were supposed to be married?
I know

Watching him die...
Yeah?
It was like watching somebody get washed out to sea, only they're sitting right there in bed. A wave comes, takes them a little away. Another wave comes, takes them a little away. Every wave is a day. Little by little, off they... Off they go.

Can I tell you something?
Sure
I don't wanna put you in a weird position
I'm already in a weird position, I've lived my whole life in a weird position
I've missed you, through this
I've missed you too. It's not like I don't know how much being with you changed me. How much you woke me up as a person. I wouldn't be who I am today if I'd never met you. I certainly wouldn't floss every day.
Are you keeping up with that?
After every meal
It changed me too.
Yeah, how so?
You're the first person I've lost where it really cost me something. That's why I haven't been with anyone since.
Nobody?
It's too scary. The thought of screwing it all up again.
You'll find somebody
That is so not the answer.... You know what I think?
About what?
I don't know, life.
What?
I think it's all about timing. I think timing is everything.
I think you might be right.

Yes I had a dream, I stood beneath an orange sky


Mi mancava questo posto, questo spazio, quanto è passato dall'ultima volta, dall'ultimo pensiero? 4 mesi buoni, interi.
Un lasso di tempo nel quale tante cose si sono ribaltate, tornando alla loro origine, o molto vicino.
[Oh the timing is cruel], c'è sempre tanto da lavorare, da incazzarsi, da sistemare, da chiarire, da VIVERE, per noi che amiamo il mondo reale.
Prendete la mia mano e fatemi ballare sulle terrazze dell'infinito (tutte quelle che ho conosciuto in questi anni), portatemi in terre lontane che ancora devo scoprire, sulle scogliere della perdizione, laddove i quattro elementi si fondono.

Miss YOU

This is true then

L'hai fatta la cazzata, il grande salto, chiamiamolo come vuoi
E io quì a star male, per qualcuno che conosco poco, e che sento di conoscere da sempre, che sento vicino ogni giorno, in ogni cosa, in ogni gesto, in ogni battuta, in ogni canzone, in ogni respiro, in ogni dannatissima previsione

And you came along and found the weak spot,
but you’ve always wanted
And let yourself be everything, that you’ve always wanted
It doesn’t have to be so decided, you’ve always wanted
And no need for explanations, that you’ve always wanted

Ma il raggio che illumina di nuovo il mio mondo è arrivato puntuale oggi alle 15.10
Le mie donne, Vero, Giulia, Elena e Michela, le mie paladine
Questo autunno ingrana, questo autunno di due anni dopo, eppur così simile, eppur così...

You, fuckwad

One of these days
Soon
Very soon
Love you 'til then
Love you 'til then
Feel my breath
On your neck
And your heart
Will race
Don't say no to me
You can't say no to me
I won't see you
Denied
I'm sorry you saw that
I'm sorry he did it
An echo
A stain
A stain
I can't say no to you
I can't say no to you
Say nothing
Free falling
Complete.





COMPLETE

Questa amarezza mi deriva in ogni caso dalla pessima abitudine di fare paragoni
Paragoni con tutto, non necessariamente con quel passato più prossimo che mi ha resa così cinica e fredda.
Paragoni con sentimenti lontani, paragoni con situazioni che si ripropongono ciclicamente, paragoni con gli oggetti, ciò che possedevo, ciò che possiedo.

Ed è profondamente sbagliato, certo, bla bla bla, eppure che altro sistema di valutazione obiettiva delle cose mi è rimasto?



The more things change, the more they stay the same. I'm not sure who the first person was who said that. Probably Shakespeare. Or maybe Sting. But at the moment, it's the sentence that best explains my tragic flaw, my inability to change. I don't think I'm alone in this. The more I get to know other people, the more I realize it's kind of everyone's flaw. Staying exactly the same for as long as possible, standing perfectly still... It feels safer somehow. And if you are suffering, at least the pain is familiar. Because if you took that leap of faith, went outside the box, did something unexpected... Who knows what other pain might be out there, waiting for you. Chances are it could be even worse. So you maintain the status quo. Choose the road already traveled and it doesn't seem that bad. Not as far as flaws go. You're not a drug addict. You're not killing anyone... Except maybe yourself a little. When we finally do change, I don't think it happens like an earthquake or an explosion, where all of a sudden we're like this different person. I think it's smaller than that. The kind of thing most people wouldn't even notice unless they looked at us really close. Which, thank God, they never do. But you notice it. Inside you that change feels like a world of difference. And you hope this is it. This is the person you get to be forever... that you'll never have to change again.