freshman

I came to this country that I was a freshman, a freshwoman, new to life abroad, new to life alone, new to my inner me.

I leave another conscoiusness, 4 years of growth, fall and rise.

Life left signs on me, scars, wrinkles. I do not have that freshness I used to have. I do not smile as often as I used to.

But maybe I learnt to appreciate more simple and small things, like a dinner with friends, the good ones. Or a song that brings you high.

partire e' un po' morire

banale, forse. ma niente torna com'era. e in fono e' questa una delle stesse ragioni per cui vuoi partire.

la stagione delle mele non torna piu'. non cosi'. e se torna, non sai quando. e quindi tanto vale, mentre aspetto. cambiare aria. almeno in questo modo sono io che mi costringo a trovarmi nel cambiamento. e questo mi stimola a cambiare ancora una volta.

a parlare con un nuovo accento. a mangiare in un'altra maniera. a fare la spesa in un'altra maniera. ad arrivare in ritardo per non essere maleducati.

e come sempre il cambiamento fa paura.


Good times for a change
...

Haven't had a dream in a long time

goodnight

Say goodnight, not goodbye
You will never leave my heart behind
Like the path of a star
I'll be anywhere you are
In the spark that lies beneath the coals
In the secret place inside your soul

Keep my light in your eyes
Say goodnight, not goodbye

Don't you fear, when you dream
Waking up is never what it seems
Like a jewel, buried deep
Like a promise meant to keep
You are everything you want to be
So just let your heart reach out to me

Keep my light, in your eyes
Say goodnight, not goodbye

Say goodnight, not goodbye