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It’s autumn… the period of transition..the moment of meditation.
Weather changes very fast.. as time..and my thoughts.
And today is the day for my Home.

Dear my country,

I’m sad. I’m sad because you are not here..I can’t see you, touch you, smell your perfumes and hear your voice. 

 

I was accustomed to waking up every mornings and watching your beautiful colors and landscapes; from my window I could see my lovely city center and the white top of the “pink mountain” far away. I know, my city for you is just a mole..but for me it was everything.
 
I loved staying with you and spend all my time playing with you, studying your secrets.. and where did they lead to? To discover a little paradise because of your perfect sandy beaches, your inimitable cities art, your wonderful mountains..and what about the food and drink? No words in this world to describe them!
You are so small but everyone knows you.
And so why did you send us away? Why did you give up in your future..in young people..in your strength, potential?
We were so powerful in the ancient time..we conquered almost all of Europe, we diffused one religion, we discovered the new world.
We were and are artists, musicians, architects, painters..
 
It’s not easy to answer when someone asks me what I miss most and if I would like to come back. Of course I would but what can I respond to all these questions if you don’t believe anymore in us?!?!
My sadness and disappointment consist of a fear to  bring up my child in an “old country” that it can’t improve, a fear to remain always aback, a fear to not feel “advanced” anymore..
 
I hope things will change as soon as possible.
In the meantime I try to learn everything because of this my new experience and amplify my mind and knowledge.
 
But I will always be obliged to you for who I am.
Thanks for everything.
That isn’t a goodbye..we both know. We’ll see each other soon.
 
With all my heart❤️

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