carissima

ispirata da qualcuno che ha postato una lettera, pensavo.

cara magnolia, se non ti vuoi bene tu che te ne puo' volere?

Carissimo Pinocchio
amico dei giorni più lieti
di tutti i miei segreti
che confidavo a te.
Carissimo Pinocchio
ricordi quand'ero bambina?
Nel bianco mio lettino
ti guardai, ti sfogliai, ti sognai.

Carissimo Pinocchio
amico dei giorni più lieti
con tutti i miei segreti
resti ancor nel mio cuor
come allor.

can i make you cry?

once you were admired with what I wrote about mum. well, now it looks like i can do that for you. because we tend to forget the good things we have achieved in our life.

we come from a good family. maybe a little suffocating. this attachment to 'home' makes us somehow weak.

but maybe you never realized your achievements and your role for me. from you I learnt to believe. to believe in solidarity and not just charity. in being active. in taking part. in democracy as participation. in fighting for my rights. in loving people as human beings.

you going to demonstrations. you going to ex-Yugoslavia to help children. you conjugating God and left-wing ideas, recalling me the basic ideas that Jesus thaught us.

i learnt that one is not his profession. that if one does not like his job, can look for something different. that my future had not necessarily to be becoming a wife and mother. or not only.

from you I learnt that parents are important, but are human and make mistakes. And what they say is not always right. Even though dad thinks so.

I love you,

sista

dear ...

to write or not to write? what to write? who is the person I'm writing to? it looks to me like I don't know you anymore. I don't know exactly why this complete silence, I can imagine, but not really understand.

So I write. Maybe. One year has past. I've cried, tried to get angry with you, undestood, closed that chapter and then opened it again a thousand times. I've looked into other eyes, opened my hearth to someone else and then again closed it. It sounds horrible to me, but I've probably learnt to use people for what I need in that moment. To be selfish. This is the bad heritage I have from our story. Together with the hope that one day I will feel that kind of feelings again. Because I had never been so high before. And till now I didn't manage it again.

I know that I would make it easier if I wouldn't talk about my inner life and just talk of what I do and happens, but that wouldn't be me. And "I hope you had the time of your life." http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ClhNPb3mmpI

Not much more to say, I think.
Good night,

magnolia

dear love

Dear Love,

you, mystery hidden behind any gesture,

you, player,

you, cheater,

you, joker.

You, energy,

you, force,

you, passion,

you, patience.

You, hug,

you, bread,

you, bed linen,

you, morning sun.

You, meaning,

you, salt,

you, ocean,

you, blue.

Yours faithfully,

magnolia