Thoughts

I am what I am, for better or worse, but they are what they are. No one can know better than I what I think and why, what mechanisms set in motion my reactions, my desire to shout, to write, to invent and reinvent myself every day. Why do I write? For me, to put a face to my desires, to give a meaning to my life, to draw my way as I want, and every obstacle, I raise the stones I encounter and leave in their place a card saying: here I passed, with difficulty, but I passed ... and if I succeeded I can do it all. See dear friend ... I finally own your words that make you realize that it was not all in vain.
Then I see myself sitting on a step to look at passing people who do not know and sometimes it happens that someone stops, sits down next to me ... he is also silent for five minutes .. and then resume his way. I know that in those few minutes we said what we wanted to say ... and that gesture with his hand while walking away, tells us the certainty that we will meet again. I light another cigarette and rest my shoulders on that wall.. sitting on the step ... I observe in silence