Walls/Bridges and snow.

anime-confuse-pensieri-sparsi-muri-e-pontiSnow is falling and I don’t know what I really feel, I give up, every reference is gone…
Footpaths, houses and hills have disappeared… it looked good yesterday.
And I, buried under its whiteness, I see myself in the mirror and I don’t know what I’m looking at anymore.
I’ve met your sweet smile, now it upsets me along with this white snow, snow is falling and the world is falling too, even if it’s not cold what I feel now, and remember, remember me: all this courage isn’t snow. And it never melts, even if it should.
Things which are often said improvising:
If I really fell in love it would be only you, the last night in the world and I would spend it with you while I weep tears of joy and I’m the only one, the only one who’s able to understand how much it’s useless to hate each other deeply in this world!
I’ve met your sweet smile, now it upsets me along with this white snow, snow is falling and the world is falling too, even if it’s not cold what I feel now, and remember, remember me: all this courage isn’t snow. And it never melts, even if it should.
Not allowing myself to be fine without exceptions, breaking down in front of everyone and then smiling. Love isn’t a privilege, it’s just ability, it’s smiling in front of all the problems… while who hates is trembling.
Your sweet smile is so transparent that there’s nothing beyond it, it’s so simple, so deep that it deletes everything else and it makes the world end.
…And it reminds me that courage is not like this snow.
I’ve met your sweet smile, now it upsets me along with this white snow, snow is falling and the world is falling too, even if it’s not cold what I feel now, and remember, remember me: all this courage isn’t snow.

Antonella Leone

Blogger, stundente di vita e sognatirice a tempo pieno.

Io: 23 anni e tanti sogni. Si dice che nella borsa di una donna ci sia sempre tutto ma nella mia spesso ci sono solo un paio di cuffie, un iphone e una canon con cui mi diverto a fotografare il mondo, catturare i momenti e le sfaccettature di ciò che amo.

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