Everything makes sense, the sounds echo off the walls and I am in the center, how hard will I fall, how fast will I move to reach what I observe so much? Hours that become a memory that lasts seconds.<\/p>\n
Everything makes sense and I find myself, I am immersed in a dark room, which are your eyes, where the presence of flashing lights with varying tones is assured. Where the folds of your skin are roads on which we drive without direction, where the only thing that can happen is silence.<\/p>\n
I close my eyes, I feel the planet move, the only trip I want to be on is the one where I smile and my voice gets loud and starts to make itself heard in the form of laughter.<\/p>\n
The path I walk is not marked, not even thought out. I walk looking at the sky, listening to everything except noises, I smile at them as if they were going to stick a knife in my throat, as if shouting would not break glass and as if you were reading this.<\/p>\n
Let me tell you that I also know how to swim deep and stay there. That I know by heart the blue of the ocean and the orange of her eyes. That the dust is star dust and that I've breathed it before. I'll tell you the secrets of truths found and the thousand ways I have of becoming a storm.<\/p>\n
I breathe, and I touch you. I feel the bark of the trees and the polka dots on your back. The running of the river is nothing but memory and we all want to flow into crystal clear water.<\/p>\n
The disorientation of my thinking is proportional to the eagerness with which I throw a stone into the lake, imagining how long it will take to reach the bottom.<\/p>\n
I am in the center, the sound that we will make will echo in the ears of no one, you will raise your face and you will see me differently, you will run and you won't get anywhere if you don't shout my name, the distance shortens and you feel how it burns. You have found me.<\/p>\n