Nella folla.
Solchi nella pelle.
”Ti piace?”
“Mia mamma di arrabbierà…”
”A me piace, ti piace?”
“…”
”Ti amo.”
“Questi rimarranno a lungo.”

altairiv:

Atlante Siderale

(preview)

So we go inside and we gravely read the stones:
All those people, all those lives
Where are they now?
With the loves and hates
and passions just like mine.
They were born 
And then they lived
And then they died.
Seems so unfair 
And I want to cry.

Non sarò mai più adulta.

“Tu saresti una lacrima.”

We’re running through the snow
the stars hang in the sky
they glimmer on your hair.
And the bench is white 
and the frozen lake glows as the trees sways in the cold 
and I hold you close.
And we’re talking 
and we’re holding hands 
and it’s getting late 
can I walk you home?
And we spent the rest of that winter there and when spring comes the ice melts and I kiss you in the lake.
And we sleep under summer skies 
and autumn leaves fall 
and turn the woods yellow and red. 
And three years pass by 
Amy will you marry me?

LO RIVOGLIO.

Teddy Roosevelt’s diary entry from the day his wife died. He never spoke of her death again.

Fiore di carne
che compie
anni
un po’ stanchi
anni
un po’ neri.