Here I am, it's a lot of time not updating this blog.
Meanwhile things go on, more or less well, not that I complain (as they sang the Giants "is not for the money that I lament," etc..) Avantiobiettivamente but things could be better than that.
of good things there are, there always are, for example. I have published two other poems on a site I thought was closed (they are available in hand, in the "web publishing"), I have three of my poems in three anthologies of poetry, we shot the pilot episode of a TV show that I helped write I met people who define "interesting" is an understatement. Yet there is always
restlessness background, like a thorn stuck somewhere but that is not a plug, is a widespread pain. Something is wrong.
A friend is a strong advocate of the saying "Happiness is not having what you want, but wanting what you have." I would not call "happiness," the call "content". Or
"bullshit", depending on the mood. I can not
starmene of what I have, of what there is, I would not have reason to get up the next morning. What I need is something to try, to chase, or at least miss them.
Maybe the road I took is not the best one to be happy, but it sure is the only that makes me think that some sense in all this, although maybe I'll never find it, must necessarily be.
And this is enough for me.
Indeed not.
Insolvency
Our love is never paid a bill.
And when those came
clothes at night to seize the heart,
in our house they found me there alone.
You are what have been taken,
what they found: a few photos
a couple of scratched disks so that now no longer feel
your own design and the handful of self-love
still kept in a drawer
in case it might serve. You know that I can not
throw anything.
And you do not want
if you left me in the hands of these people with a smile the whole serious
that accounts for the weight of a kiss.
Although they threw the air all the memories
looking for a trace of you in your closets
a hair on my jacket
or a thread of affection on the nightstand.
What matters is that at least you're clean output.
