Reconnaissance

2nd of November 2016

Dear Diary,

my skin is thirsty for rain, the linger rain that fulfill a whole day without regrets, that comes calmly as Schumann and late as Chopin’s melancholic Nocturnes.
The rain that transforms every wistful sorrow into a musing autumnal feeling. My unquiet life should had been full of quietness from the beginning… but, I was born to be bounded to the ephemeral: to be nothing more than a fading silhouette on your foresight.

I walk alone…

 

                                                                      8th August 2016

    Dear Diary,

I walk alone into a romantic garden where once lovers met, where once someone cried, where once writers wrote meaningful poems to their nymphs and muses… I walk alone into a garden to discover that all of the beautiful things are fragile and soon, to be dead: to become a gentle dust that settles peacefully.

In this garden, everything seems so acoustic and similar to an Andrei Tarkovsky’s movie. Everything reverberates nostalgia and poetry. I walk alone because there is nobody besides me. I walk alone to become one, to find myself in the fragility of this dual world.

Someone once asked me: “Where do you find contentment when everything fails? I answered: In nature, in all the elevated forms of art and in spirituality.”

Is this the beginning or the end of life?

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I’ve found this defragment butterfly on the pavement, I’ve collected her body and wings… Is this the beginning or the end of life?

I buried her body in my balcony flowers, something so beautiful deserves to return to an immaculate place where life begins and ends… But I don’t believe in endings, I believe in transformations – endless metamorphoses that will lead us to a higher place.

I kept her wings with me because they were so beautiful, they made me feel close to heaven and made me believe that there is a magical place beyond this reality…

I will find a sacred place in my house where I can rest her wings in peace… Maybe, a little box made of glass, so I can gaze at it with adoration.



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