You know me very well. I’m here for you, I only have one chance to get it back and only in the end will I reveal my true identity. Answer me honestly: how long has it been since you looked at the stars?What is the light on your cell phone that doesn’t have the holes through which the light leaks from the sky?
I’m just trying to get to you in a certain way, to you who already have some life experience, who knows how to get around the ins and outs of this scarecrow-filled society with smartphones. To you who lose the ability to surprise you, I write to you because deep down you know me.
- Now that you think you have the only truth.
- Yours.
- And that false stability covers your eyes with an advertisement for polarized lenses.
- Now you can hear me.
- But why are you listening to me?You who have traveled half the world and defend yourself with this Englishman; the one that will never be as good as you’d like.
Have you run out of air so many times? Your feet have walked fast on the scorching sands of endless beaches, preventing your shoes from dancing at the best parties in your country. To you who already have some scars that you proudly show in front of your friends, those that show your declared defects or that have served in a trial as proof of their audacity.
Still, I dare write to you, I dare say things to your face because you know me so well, because it’s you. Yes, where it hurts, it hurts too, those scars are mine too. Sense, I am the person you were, the boy or girl who burns in you and is trapped in a mass of bones and flesh, also of fears and mirrors, stagnant by the rules invented by a drunken ancestor of power.
I want you to look at the starry sky, I’d like things to be fair and people to be as important as they deserve, I need you to be surprised again by the small details, to jump into the puddles and to be able to chase pigeons like that park boy. Don’t run away from the rain and get wet without fear.
Live today because tomorrow you can be late, dedicate time to yourself, share it with those who deserve it, those who welcome you, those who do not pollute it, because it is life, life is shared. Do it alone or with someone, but be true to your feelings, don’t let go. Be consistent.
Who loves you more than I do?Don’t think about all the times I’ve been with you. So I encourage you, from the love that unies us, I propose that you start with something simple. Could it be a water balloon?war, a gravity skating challenge or a time alone and exclusively kicking a ball?and give that child another chance.
He thinks the world is full of people who have failed you, but are there others who will never fail?And the first will never be a good example of the latter.