Living Stories Diary
I don't remember the day very well
but I remember the day. from that moment. that date
the meeting with the city
a real date
the real imagined
after 2 more times
after so many other encounters
in life and with life
after so many shares and departures
that's where it all started
Or that I discovered something that I had hidden from myself for a long time
it could have been anywhere but it was in BH
could have been anywhere
city swallows you
welcomes you
if you want
if you stop to observe
but it could be anywhere
(where do you write your narrative?)
It was there that I rescued a lot of things
(can be anywhere)
that's where I realized
(could be anywhere)
and I realized
Living Stories Diary
The starting point
there in that sky there was so much memory that it spread through the concrete
that time I looked at that bunch of concrete-windows, it intrigued me but didn't challenge me, it was different
everything about it enchanted me and was genuine, pure beauty!
it wasn't like when I looked at the gray city, it was different
there was something there and I knew it. I felt
3rd time in that city and as much as I managed to see what I didn't see the other times, there was still a lot to be heard
BH is magic and I knew it from our first meeting
but then I understood a little later
that time I felt something different
at that time I hardly knew what I would find us in the following months
but I took it like it was the last
maybe that's why so much looking up
I felt sorry that I didn't know even half, not even other stories, which is what interests me
I thought I would have time to hear the new stories but I ended up listening to the colors of the city
but it's good like that, it's a mystery
I like it
so I can dream about what I saw and imagine about what I captured
and of course, it ends up becoming a pretext for me to come back, with a new look
or look at the new one, which for now is only imaginary
while I sit here imagining possible futures
