My loneliness.

"I need solitude, I need space, I need air, I have so little energy, I need to be surrounded by bare fields, to feel my legs pacing The roads, the need for sleep and an all-animal life. "My brain is too active."

The lives are so fragile, so uncertain, you sometimes believe their solid foundations, you marvel at the path you have traveled, and then, suddenly, for a glare, they shatter, shatter against a dream. Who can think himself strong enough never to fall.

The only thing that counts is the present, it is the only thing that counts, for the present is the only thing that exists." The light The sea The wind Whatever the moment Where one stops to look, there is only the present.

I love my loneliness, this quiet space where I can be myself without a witness. I, with my nostalgia, my renouncements, my compromise.

"Life is often a path of sores and bumps.
It is rarely a quiet walk. Or it is that she has fallen asleep and when she wakes up, she can not stop shaking you. "

ART : Francesca Strino