If you could read my mind

Sitting in my bed, with the PC above my sun-kissed legs, trying to write my thoughts, trying to explain my feelings to the world. But after 20 minutes, the page it's still empty.

I need to collect my thoughts. But I can't, because my mind is a mess. So I go to the kitchen to take some cold tea (tea always helps to order my shambles).

When I return to my bed-room, my mind is still a mess, and I can't find the words to express myself. I turn off the computer and in a rush I put on my converse, I take a sweater and I escape.

Taken by me

Step by step I arrive to my lovely ocean. There, I put my shoes off and I walk along the seashore. The caress of the water in my barefooted feet provokes me shivers. I just look to the skyline. I'm lost in the skinny line that separates the ocean and the sky. Little by little, the sound of the waves floods my messy mind.