.........................THERE'S NO USE TAKING.......

STEPS

I'm kidding myself.

I'm fooling myslef.

I'm cheating myself.

Yes, since a long time. So long that I cannot even remember when I started.

So long ago that I cannot even remember who I was before.

But life goes on... still Andrea Maria Mirabile.

And is not about what it's right or wrong, good or bad, true or false.

Is just about Nature and God.

Just...

Yes, is about Theater, the place I love most.

Yes, is about Dance that brings my mind far and around.

Yes, is about this World that makes me feel lost... since a long time.

So long ago that I cannot even remember.

But life goes on...

And I'm running not to lose sight of it.

______________________ WINGS...................

I CAN STILL SEE THE SIGNS - I CAN STILL BELIEVE IN GOD - I CAN STILL BELIEVE IN YOU.

WAITING FOR GODOT - (a non evolutionary spiral)

Smoking too much cigarettes, don't really know what to write, don't know what to think about, but I need to put out something, so here I am, in my virtual space, but still in my house, with my music.
New music for a new life, when it looks like I'm going back, so back...
I think it was such a long time I was not feeling like that. Years.
Should I deserve it? Do I like?
I don't know.
And, hey, hey, wait a moment, I still recognize my luck, yes, I do.
But feelings are uncontrollable. My visions, the signs, the cards I found, the words of the people around me, my dreams, the dance, the addictions, God, divinities, skys above me, trips, flights, trains, faces, messages and again signs, notes and so on...

And I sitll do not understand, I do not understand...
What people want from me...
My body, my lips, my heart, my soul, my wings, my feathers, my faith, my time...
And yes, I give it, I give it all... In my immeasurable egoism... or stupidity...
So teenagerish... as always.
But in the end, in the very end, I am the one left... here... in this little house, in this small town that doesn't seem to love me.
Three years of my life in which step by step I lost many things...
Things that I cannot write here, that I cannot say to anybody.

So I continue smoking too much cigarettes.
Waiting for Godot.

...but I can still recognize miracles around me...

...EGO IST - DAS IST EGO...

This hands, this hands have held, this hands have closed...

Yes, here I am, once more, wondering about love, and facts, and words, and world around me.
Once more probably egoist, once more about me, me, ME.
Can be different? Can be about someone else? Can I be someone else, please?!
So in this way probably and finally (maybe) I'm gonna be less egocentric, I will not just follow my desires, my wishes, my whims, my dreams.

As a beautiful song says: you just feel what you want it to be, what you want it to feel, what you want it to be.

But sorry people, this life is about me, and without me there is nothing, there is not my point of view, my feelings, my thoughts. I know I'm not that important for the world, but the world is really important for me.

You think a little love is all you need, but love is such a small thing can't you see?
(...and yes, sure... I do not think it for real...)

And yes, yes, I can put myself apart, that in Italian sounds like when you save some food for the future, like when you put it in the fridge for tomorrow, or in the freezer for the next month.

Do I want to do this?
No.
Is this being egoist? If yes, well, then I am. Sorry.
Sorry again.