alone, abandoned,
holding a colored balloon.
is yellow and turns, brings me up
watch the tightrope, I hold her hand,
is right. The balloon
there are no writings, drawings, nothing visible.
Only helium inside. Yet
shakes, spreads and collapses, all aimed in order to destroy the air that is gripping in the heart.
Col balloon so irritated I get up in the air and travel.
Where?
still do not know. I only see the distant horizon, the white clouds in spots stain a beautiful blue sky that does not look long.
isolated, immersed in the bubble, ghost of a distant past that comes back and back, a must. This time I do not see my blue ball, I see the white one, no longer than small spheres, slightly larger than me, which protected me from the world. This time the ball is invisible, immense as the universe, with me baby who remains in search of a reference point.
My right arm is not stretched, but bent, and hold hand, the left.
And the more I try to forge stronger, I feel the wind blowing in the opposite, I would arrest him, I would like to become a storm, just like I do. A property storm.
A quiet fury, in the grip of a balloon that flies - which brings me with him - and a left hand that grabs the vacuum and screaming, but nobody hears.
Because there is none, because there is no air around.
What happens when you drink? A sip of water, fresh, tasteless as vital.
Close your eyes and see the world turn, open your eyes and everything is still there, still, yet it runs, just for you. Begin to think, but my mind is traveling at such speed that you do not even have time to dwell, on the sad, to understand, you already are at the next station, another thought, another race.
It continues, ad infinitum, until you close your eyes and you wonder what you got. Where?
No one knows, not even you. You have not lost, you do not know your way back home, nor to leave, in the real world, you have not yet lost.
Only ... are not there.
I wonder what happens, what will happen. One day, when that balloon will no longer have the strength to tighten.
break out, making a sudden fall in a vacuum, or deflates slowly, gently leading me to Earth, the cradle?
Sometimes I think I'll never get to find out who will finish before the oxygen, which fade, lost in the wind, swaying and floating without thinking, without thinking. Without
esisttere.
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So I feel? Maybe yes, of course now I just sleep, plus a huge anger.
feel a drop light, moist on the right side. It is there, ready to slip, like many others, almost makes me company while I write caress me, reminds me that I'm still alive, asleep and alive.
not know, how do you describe a surreal day, after a week even more sedentary, more gloomy? It is beneath me, settles in layers so thick create me some problems. I wanted to find a layer away, what should I look?
tight, this time my mask, face years ago, removed and put back, many times, now I do not distinguish who I was, by whom, to whom shall I do.
is surreal because I can not describe nothing, because posso.Surreale is as clear as obvious as hidden. In the dark, far away. Yet is there and it reminds me every day, every hour, it always reminds me of my place, where I'm sitting.
I recalled those sitting around me, who is missing, those who have never been.
Ends up the day with a seat in the passenger-side car. Looking out a child who runs away with me that string, not string, my phone, not mine. And the running child, which is not a child, because runs. And no one stops him, nobody can stop. Thus, as the big bang, everything goes away, everything runs, with many particles moving away from the center, which is me, no, that was me. So, I imagine that one day everything will be back, you will understand what I did, but now, only now, it's just an illusion, a final thought of who closes his eyes, waiting to fall asleep, waiting for a rest not arrive, waiting to see what burst the balloon to find the way to the real world, to discover that world far away and mysterious, so ubiquitous, so unexplored, waiting to grow, no longer that child one day stopped running because she had run too much, then go back.
