Era una giornata come tante e vagavo nella nebbia, io. Camminavo sempre dritta nella stessa direction following the white lines of the road without missing a note. Then, at some point on the long road, perfectly paved, barrier-free, with no holes, has made me extremely bored and irrascibile and I found myself watching the scenery around the road more carefully the way forward fantasizing about that aspect could have The long stretches of fields around me, in a bright, clear sunny day, I found myself wanting to run along those wetlands and unknown. In the longer I stayed on my track, but the thought of discovering and getting lost in all that expanse of nothing has had the best on duty and won the fog. I walked in that little muddy, so difficult to cross but so strangely comfortable and irreplaceable ... I went to a few feet and slowly, on my path, the fog thinned out to make room for a warm ray of sun and for allowing me to see a new and different world, full of dangers as fascinating .
I was outside the walls of security, for a few hours, blinded by the light of the sun between the humidity, I was away from the small enclosed space where the sun now could not beat anymore, where he could not wipe the tears of the silent consent, of the habit of being quiet ... I was discounted from that distant place where I was not anything where there was no room for me and for that little flame that burns inside me and that leaves the common life. Ma mi bastano poche ore per capire che va bene così... vedo ancora speranza in fondo alla lunga strada, la vedo addirittura da qui, mentre affondo i piedi nel fango dei campi al lato della strada.
Pansy
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