You know that like all the women I dreamt the Prince Charming.

I met men, hung out and have lovely moment. I hoped that he would have been the right one and then.. here I am. Thinking that maybe I did not always choose the wrong way, even if now I’m leaving (again) and I will be alone (again). I still not escaping, but I (still) not Living. Why am I?

When I was a kid I thought that even my cat did like me. I took constantly care of her.

Tonight I’ve met another cat and I had the same feeling. I like them and they do not like me. It is not only with the animals, even worst if we talk about people. They watch me, smile at me, talk to me. Then crouched, I fix the grass while the tears flow and any traces of hope disappear.

But do you know what? Tomorrow I’m going to the supermarket for buying a flower and I’ll look after it, my sunshine.

Alessandro - Quite surprising day 

I think myself as in the middle of something which I cannot control and I don’t know where it will take me.

Even if the idea of having fixed points, let’s call them clear schedules, attract me and in some how I need them, I rather prefer packing my life and let any securities behind my back. I’m wandering how people can take the responsibility of choosing their own direction without any doubts. Somebody still call me brave, but I am not. Is not much more scary completely trust each other? It’s not that I think that be a lonely person it will make my life better, but definitively less scared. Being happy on your own way without letting the others define your sense of confidence and satisfaction. I feel alone, but today I’m happy.  

Is it perhaps that I find my way of life?

J.F.Kennedy

 G. K. Chesterton

black swan

Black swan

Even if I still thinking how was possible that she consciously picked Banana as her pen name , I do like her.

Damn, I really do!

I wonder if one day I will be able of drinking a tea with her, sitting on a table, in Tokyo. I think I would learn a lot from that, even without talking.