#palermo
I left a part of me along the cobble streets of Sicily.
Somewhere between the night clubs and the beaches I fell in love.
It was all at once, this uncanny emotion welled deep inside of me.
the sun left kisses on my skin by day
kisses on my cheeks by beautiful people at night.
my heart had never felt so light.
I left pieces of me through Italy
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 1:59 AM UTC
I enter a landscape I have never known.
Through the wide windows of the moving train
I watch how everything I see awakens old longings.
The journey I once dreamed of
is becoming real.
On one side mountains pass by.
On the other the sea is calm and flat.
I sit in a narrow corridor between people
where words and small gestures move.
A Sicilian man watches the other passengers.
His wife calls.
She only wants to know if he will get home safe.
We listen to the sounds
of different places and lives.
He gets off at the next station
holding a bag with the word "karma" on it.
I am left alone
the only one watching.
In front of me a young couple sits.
She speaks Spanish, and he speaks Italian.
Slowly they build something between them.
They learn each other’s words
and how to be together.
He says "schiena", she says "espalda".
They create their own language of love
white teeth catching light between borrowed words.
To my left a German couple
with large suitcases.
I don’t understand them
only their large suitcases.
I carry a small bag
just enough to touch the mystery of being in motion.
Inside my thoughts keep moving.
No one knows what I hide
in the drawer of worn out socks.
Slavic languages. English, German.
Italian and the Sicilian dialect.
Different codes of the same moment.
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I’m afraid when I wake
there will be no words, no memory.
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 8:53 PM UTC