Where is there any turning back?
What is the point of arrival that silences every gasp?
There would be no redemption.

There will be no merit or improvement,
there will be no demonstration or change, revenge and opportunity that can make you become a good person.
You may know love in the furrows of others, but not fully feel its languor.
You will be able to rejoice the moment before, and cancel yourself the moment after.

I have known death in the faces of the people I loved.
I've seen so much sacrifice fall asleep suddenly.
I've seen so many wrinkles unwind and find peace.
I feel no shame in thinking about death.
Being twenty-five years old and dealing with the earth every day.
Talk to the earth.
As if the clods could weigh on my mood.
Being old enough to do everything but becoming the shadow of nothing.
To be an inconsistent fullness of color.
Like the dark. Like black.
Be twenty-five years old. Caring about life but not enough to live it.

I wonder what the way is to leave everything behind and start again.
Without forgetting me, without forgetting them.

Then they asked me: A cosa stai pensando?
So I forgot.