Ci sono incontri che segnano la nostra vita.
Incontri cercati, incontri casuali, sentiti, curiosi, desiderati, già avvenuti nel nostro destino ancor prima che accadano.
Ci sono incontri che non possiamo evitare, altri ci sfuggono per un soffio, altri ancora, cerchiamo di gestirli nel migliore dei modi.
Poi, there are those that trigger a chemical process.
wonder if they occur by chance, or are we, with our being, our thinking and feeling, which attracts them and we are attracted by them.
Just as, at times, may be able to see our not, our fear, to ensure that not happen.
Some meetings have a shape, smell, taste and color. Or caused by our own mind. Who knows.
And, unconsciously, we change.
meetings that provide the input for that decisive step. Dating
who have the strength to expand and enrich our horizon.
Dating leaving a sign, changing the rules. Dating
that open paths to unknown roads.
There are no roads that lead only to other roads.
Some offer the same landscape, others are lost in the horizon, "somewhere". Every road left
retain a part of our journey, giving a veiled melancholy. That
undertaken will open new boundaries and identification or rediscovery of joy.
way to go and leave; streets who can not or should not be trampled.
Roads suspended between dream and reality, where each step is equivalent a revelation.
Streets crowded, wild, polished by rain, the dull split.
roads that intersect to become one. There, born bonds.
links they create, which crumble, leaving traces, injuries, indelible marks.
Ties that last just long enough of course, loose and retie.
links that are simply meant to be.
