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.
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