tra il già e il non ancora

vaghiamo tra il già
e il non ancora
cercando di definire
l'esistente
aspettando il futuro
non capendo.
di stabile c'è solo
il peso del passato
non possiamo avanzare
siamo nani con giganti sulle spalle.
puoi solo sperare di cadere
per poterti liberare
ed arrivare al presente
ma la fiacchezza rimarrà.

open up

open your eyes
let the sun dazzle you
the rain refresh your mind.

open the window
to feel the fine breeze
or to hear the stormy winds.

open your heart
to feel the love you need
to fight the fear.

if it gets too dark
to stormy
or too cold
close the window
close your eyes
cease your thoughts
and sleep a while.

waking up

i hate to sleep. i hate the loss of consciousness. it's a daily excercise of dying. a daily excercise of letting go. and falling in to a dark hole of fearful weirdness.
well, i actually hate falling asleep more than sleeping. at least when you're asleep you discover your secret places, make weird journeys, you move in another dimension wich is exciting! your soul is resting, while your brain continues his work in a very free way. but lying in bed waiting for your eyes to finally close sucks. the more does the fear of the thoughts that may overcome. i know, it's probably my fault. nontheless as it seems my soul doesn't really want to rest.
because i'm too curious. i don't want to sleep, i want to see, to think, to understand. i want to live, i don't want to lose any time. sometimes i love to sleep, because i feel the urge to forget everything for a few hours, to forget to think, so i can let go this everlasting nervousness.
but i love to wake up. to a very fresh morning, a brand new day, you see the sun fighting against the clouds? an invitation to hope, an opportunity to start over again! a riminder to how damn lucky we are are and a demand to enjoy it.
#bethankful