Discovering every inch and corner of the city
Art water sky sun
And some sleeping beauties
While you are not here
In the past – In the last year I said that loving you is self-redemption. You had saved me. Somehow. In the lost path of mine scattered with insignificant feelings. Then you came. Offering me a new world. Renewing my soul.
This morning I woke up with the most awkward, terrifying thought. Do I still need to love you now that I am self-redeemed, now that I am saved?
Not that I am an ungrateful person. Not that you had saved me then we are almost done. Loving you the last past year had proved to me how capable I could love, how intense I could become when I fell in love.
It made sense to me but then it’s fading. The love and you. So airy. So light. So distant. Suddenly that thought: And if I don’t love you anymore?
Could it be gone the love? Or it is just temporary? Let me think. Usually I don’t think when it comes to love you. Now I have to think to feel. Usually I just feel.
What happened to me ? Is it the cold ? Is it the long winter? Is it because of all the trips far away from home? Is it because I feel so free?
Is it possible that I don’t love you anymore ? Just like that. The self-redemption stays with me forever. Is the love gone ?
Let me think. Let me think. Let me think.
I still want to love you. I just don’t feel it. Today. This damn morning of winter.
A dry cold
Not a soul
Not a sound
Some boats passing by under the fog
My hands were almost frozen
Sometimes I heard in my head the song
You’d sent me in the morning
Most of the times it was me and the silence
The sky was so grey and heavy
If I could catch a ray of sun
I would wrap it in my frozen hands
And sent it to you in a postal letter
In an old way with envelop and stamp
I would like to bring you the flowers of spring
All I could see is white ice
Asking me to offer to you anyway
I would heat up the earth
To have you here and warm