What is clear. That is clear.
I should not be so hasty in defining
takeoff and landing strip. Detachment. The discovery.
yield the most sublime feelings of love and loss.
then I should look euphoria
awareness that everything is evanescent. The tears, the kisses, the rant.
Without guidance, the road it is intriguing and quite steep.
Here, it is clear. I did not want to run.
But I thought the fastest way to collect the embrace of the valley.
I have enjoyed, it is true, many times.
But the momentum, the rush, the speed I have filled the eyes of the earth.
I have not tasted the intensity of blue light that spread to sunset.
And I shook a few hands with the desire to sniff.
Snow, I have not eaten, nor tossed, nor loved.
Now that this place is a new place.
Che si chiama come me.
The epileptic reverie fatta persona.
Posso frenare questa corsa, questo tonfo,
questa vertigine paurosa fatta di accenti e interpretazioni.
Voglio procedere con la lentezza propria di un altro tempo.
Voglio deglutire ad ogni pausa del cielo che mi sormonterà.
Sono pronta. L., Andrò.