D. (dalaruan) wrote,

faites vos jeux

Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita
Mi ritrovai per una selva oscura
Ché la diritta via era smarrita.

Dante Alighieri, Divina Commedia, Inferno, Canto I

Timeless, ageless we are. We chose a live without children, the metronome of one's own age. We built no houses.
To have no son, no wife, / No house or land still seemed quite natural. / Only a numbness registered the shock / Of finding out how much had gone of life. We seem to be independent of blood ties, sweet home or life's other demarcation lines. With no clear feeling of age and decay.

So you could be whatever you want, go wherever you want... do you?

Federico Erra - Sara & Mom
Tags: me, solitude

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