I am not in the mood to write.
And that is why I write.
I write about how different thoughts are when you are immersed in a world tangent to others’ and not a part of it
I write about how it is important to communicate.
I write about silent stories passing close to me without finding a voice
I write about life of people who believe they have nothing to say, but it’s just addiction
I write about how beautiful it is to be responsive.
I write that at the inability to react music can be a solution.
I write that is relaxing to see the sun shining everyday day and feel it warm over clothes without sweating
I write that the clouds give the sky what azure sometimes can not say. But azure says a lot about the skies of the cities.
I write that the azure is different from blue. And sometimes the sky is blue.
I writes that the news is not necessarily created by life, but the ability to see the novelty in life or the difference from the day beofre
I write that the lightness is a rare feeling as happiness.
I write that if you want you can have what you want, just wanting to.
I write that …..
from UN ANNO IN OTTO ORE