I was. I am. I will.

There was a time in which I was not corrupted, pure.

I was silk shining in the mouth of green caterpillars

I was smooth as the soft sound of water that flows

I was embracing the world, filling all empty spaces

I was growing trying to reach the sky like mountains do

I was adding meaning to nature without destroying it

I was wind, caressing everyone's fears with kind thoughts

whispering love to all the errant spirits that felt lost

I was too a message of the beauty made by God.

There was a day in which I should have been a kid,

I was fragile but pretending to be old, strong, and bold,

I was playful as the waves of our Mediterranean Sea,

I was naive, waiting for a white horse that didn't exist.

I am a silence that brings with it feelings of guilt and shame.

The world is corrupted by a superficial material shallowness

A horizontal border drawn by the desires of disturbed minds

that want to possess and dominate everything that they see.

They think that they can own the soul of things by naming it.

With every decision they make, they give up to themselves.

They are made of chaos, seeking destruction, eating it all.

I will be quite, order, building calm with every sound I make,

I will be tied to the humble essence of things seeking truth.

58 caretta caretta turtles were born today in Livorno's coast.

I was born too 28 tears ago, 28 years ago, 28 times ago…

4th of September 2018, Bologna