THE RETURN (WITHOUT POINTS AND COMMAS)

The last blog dates back to November 1st. Even then I was wearing my near future, I could feel its weight, I could feel its acrid and persistent smell. But life has meaning, because you cannot foresee it or change it a moment before it all begins ... You cannot know that moment, you can only have a vague awareness of it. Then you go on living, you have no other happy choice.

So go, overwhelmed by the things you hope are not really happening to you. You carry them on, in a state of confused oppression, but always with the heart, with an absolute feeling of love, which you find it hard to recognize in yourself.

This is the life that we all know, that sooner or later we will all live.

Now I'm back. Unhappy and tired, but I'm back. I will continue to remember and feel immense pain, or I will be able to smile about a particular day. I will cry for a long time, but now I'm back here.

The snow has just passed, and the air clean from dust, has given us crystal clear days with beautiful sunsets. Today the fog has moistened the contours of the trees, of the earth soaked with water, which flows here, everywhere.

In the pastures I look for the herd, but today it is not found. He will have chosen the small wood to shelter from this breeze.

And now I let the words dissipate my inner fog, accompanied by a little strident music, of a hundred starlings, grouped in the wires of the current, here in front.

For today I still stop to think.