I don't believe in Truth. Sometimes I believe in my truths. Sometimes, not always. But that means that I never think to be absolutely right. I can only think to be right according to my truths, sometimes. I didn't know that the truths I was looking for were here in Leipzig. I could not imagine it.
Yesterday afternoon I met a person that I know since spring 2007, since a wonderful terrace in Rome. I was just arrived from Palermo, with a lot of nice sweets and sicilian cakes. Yesterday she could find the words that I was looking for since long time ago. 1 year exactly, let's say.
Then, yesterday, we had a night under the roof with Katha and a lot of her friends. I felt like in a dream, even if I am quite sure that for all the people there should have been a very normal night. In this building with wooden creacking stairs, ancient woodstoves in the rooms, dust a few centuries old, revolutionary posters on any wall, I felt to be in my dream. I felt to be in a corner of my own world. I felt at home. I felt in a place I dreamed of for a long time.
Truths just rained on me yesterday. I was walking back home yesterday afternoon under a hard cold rain, in an orange-yellow-coloured park, licking my bitter tears on my lips, thinking it was rain.
I found my truths, 1 year later. Exactly. But still it doesn't help me that much.
Yesterday afternoon I met a person that I know since spring 2007, since a wonderful terrace in Rome. I was just arrived from Palermo, with a lot of nice sweets and sicilian cakes. Yesterday she could find the words that I was looking for since long time ago. 1 year exactly, let's say.
Then, yesterday, we had a night under the roof with Katha and a lot of her friends. I felt like in a dream, even if I am quite sure that for all the people there should have been a very normal night. In this building with wooden creacking stairs, ancient woodstoves in the rooms, dust a few centuries old, revolutionary posters on any wall, I felt to be in my dream. I felt to be in a corner of my own world. I felt at home. I felt in a place I dreamed of for a long time.
Truths just rained on me yesterday. I was walking back home yesterday afternoon under a hard cold rain, in an orange-yellow-coloured park, licking my bitter tears on my lips, thinking it was rain.
I found my truths, 1 year later. Exactly. But still it doesn't help me that much.
