I am here after, the melancholic happiness, the sweet sadness, the great deceitful, full of nothing, so sentimental, not romantic... observing our farcical life... just a dreamer, fishing in clouds, shining and bursting as a soap pomp while the sun is passing indiferent... now sadness is eating me so deep inside and I cannot do anything, only sit and see in silence, while someone write this words and other is hearing the background music of the scene, on my bed, that is not my bed, with my headphones, t.v. as my most alive companion, images moving inside the t.v. box, seeming alive, entering in this room through the screen... and I am on the bed, wating for ... cannot understand the world... and Aura told me that we are seeking a place to stay here, but away, untouchable, unperturbed...

 

It is something particularly easy to do, but almost impossible.... I want to cry, but I don't have tears... breathe, remembering my breathing, easy to do but almost impossible, almost impossible...

Nothing is for free, I will be paying with loneliness, maybe.

*sweet sight, sweet sigh... sweet melancholy's hills *