For love shall still be lord of all

There are moments I'd love to be surrounded by those people I like, those people I don't know well or I don't know at all that I like. I'd love to sit and talk with them, drink something, hug and have fun together. It feels really good when you know that the ones you're with like you, but it doesn't happen too often. There's often this screen, this layer of "we're friends but I don't want to really know you because I don't care". I don't care to know many of the people I know, because I just don't go along well with them. Then there are those people I'd love to spend more time with, but I don't know how, I don't know if I can, I don't know if they would like it, because I don't know if they like me. Crazy question: "do you like me?" because I like myself a lot. I'd love me if I were in your shoes, I'm not boring, I'm not one of them and that should be enough.

There's one archetype I'd love to see become true, the friend. That friendship that's plain platonic love, intellectual idyll. Girl, boy, I don't care.

I once thought I had it, but it's gone. There's still something there (I still love her as much as before), something really sweet but so hard to keep alive, but it's not the archetype I long for.

We should never be satisfied with the amount of love we receive, because there are so many forms of love that we will never be able to experience, and it's crazy to deny ourself the pleasure to reach all we can. We have to keep on asking for love, giving love (though, I have to admit, I'm not really good at it) and support love, because love is the mainstay of our lives.

What scares me is misunderstanding.

Tell me, do you
know better ways?

Tell me, can you
see brighter days?

Tell me, can you
see me and my smile?

Tell me, dearest
Do I smile inside?

Are you the one?
Tell me are you for real?
And our love, can you wait?
And tell me who are you?

Tell me, are you
still a lonely child?

Tell me, is there
nothing left to hide?

Are you the one?
Tell me are you for real?
And our love, can you wait?
And tell me is this for real?

So tell me are you the one?
And tell me who are you?

Revelations

Sometimes I wake up and I feel like I'm the most horrid person in the world, because I can see how cynical my thoughts are. I'm often told I lack tact, but I have recurrent thoughts that are much worse than the things I say.
My only comfort comes from the firmness of my heart, that knows what it wants, knows who it loves, among the people I live with. My heart and my brain can recognize and manage different shades of love. What they can't handle is hate.
There are people that I don't know if I could love anymore, maybe I do, maybe I don't, and I can't make a move because I'm rambling in the dark, but somehow I really hope we can come to some kind of resolution.

L'uovo del cormorano

1 - L'Uovo Del Cormorano

Decadenza 1 (Prologo a Imago Vocis)

1_00 Decadenza 1

Mermaid

Girl at the piano

Just finished.

K I'm gonna write something under here.

I think that one day I'll buy an upright piano, and I want it to be white. I saw a really nice one when I was in Munchen (in the shop with the Bosendorfer sign, at Sendlinger Tor).

This work didn't took too much time, I wanted it to be done quickly. It took me like, two weeks or something.

Lately I'm loving this "sweet yet melancholic" atmosphere. The song I took as a reference is quite melancholic too, this one: