embracing childhood:
it did not suspect anything
it was advancing fearing nothing
it did not need courage
all its life was on his face
embracing childhood
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make a difference (or not)
It was hard to find a place in the crowd to make a difference, any one, to find a niche, a speech in her single and isolated cell. Once she lost herself in the anonymity of the crowd without looking for her place, she lost herself in the details. hey have been looking for her since, and have occasionally found her.
layers
Like layers of forgotten memories, inconveniences pushed back to tea time, found again after having missed all the trains, from the first to the last (regrets are useless)
shaking hand
there is the trembling hand reassuring that everything is fine, but I saw what was in them, your eyes, I mean
my bruises and emotions
I will wear proudly
my injuries from the wars,
my bruises and my flaws,
my retreats and tearing
my emotions, absolutely
