So many places
that I wanted to see.
I traced new paths on the maps,
softly, with my hands.
Certain journeys were never taken.
I will keep them in my memory.
I looked for the lost keys,
and I saved the never-bought tickets
in small boxes of my heart.
I smile at the happier people
through colored glasses,
held to my eyes.
This is my eternity closed into moments.
Walking alone by the Tiber’s side,
I entered the antiquarian bookstore,
finding synchronic sentences,
small insights,
and I came back with relief.
To my home—to myself.
Without excuses,
without doubts,
without fears.
Writing my song of the world
that flows through me.
The old reality transformed
into a new technological skin.
Now, when I open my window,
I breathe the scent of jasmine.
The rain after the storm is so calming.
I see my solitude chosen,
my friend,
my tender companion.
Being with her,
I am present
with all my senses.
Now,
the one who remains.
The only one.
Jun 10, 2025
Jun 10, 2025 at 6:30 PM UTC
So many places
that I wanted to see.
I traced new paths on the maps,
softly, with my hands.
Certain journeys were never taken.
I will keep them in my memory.
I looked for the lost keys,
and I saved the never-bought tickets
in small boxes of my heart.
I smile at the happier people
through colored glasses,
held to my eyes.
This is my eternity closed into moments.
Walking alone by the Tiber’s side,
I entered the antiquarian bookstore,
finding synchronic sentences,
small insights,
and I came back with relief.
To my home—to myself.
Without excuses,
without doubts,
without fears.
Writing my song of the world
that flows through me.
The old reality transformed
into a new technological skin.
Now, when I open my window,
I breathe the scent of jasmine.
The rain after the storm is so calming.
I see my solitude chosen,
my friend,
my tender companion.
Being with her,
I am present
with all my senses.
Now,
the one who remains.
The only one.
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