unknowingly immersed for too many years in the stormy seas of adolescence, landing on the shore of an adult and I feel totally lost, unable to explore the unknown territory on which I seem to be landed after so much hard work. I am thinking of Aristotle and his castaway who is forced to jettison the cargo, as valuable, if only weather the storm and in order to achieve safe and sound, to the shore, enjoying, at the same time, the enthusiasm of salvation and the anguish of loss.
I lost the load of my dreams in this crossing, leaving at the mercy of the waves pictures, films, dreams, desires, languid and shadowy figures of people, love for a time idenfinito, focused through the lens of authenticity irreverent. I look back and see that I left the cocoon to become a butterfly, and I observe, with these wings still wet in an uncertain steps, in this awkward and shaky wanted, to a dimension of my being longed for but which hardly get to know . Looking back I see a string of broken dreams, provo a dirigere la vista in avanti, verso un futuro opaco e indefinito e vedo una Barbara sconosciuta, mai pensata, mai immaginata ma che devo abituarmi a conoscere, perchè è lei, e lei sola, la protagonista del viaggio.
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