First day of this new year.
Alone.
In a flat that I was calling home and now doesn't have nothing mine inside.
Few clothes and documents crammed on a shoulder bag.
Not even the bag is mine.
Sunday the first.
The first day of this brand new twothausandseventeen.
Human race. We like to think that from today everything is gonna work out.
We need to believe in the possibility of being better people.
Better than what, better for who?
Why not the best then?
I wish you the best.
I don't have a place so called home.
I don't have a job.
I don't have any particular passion.
I don't have any will to be a better person.
I don't have any idea what to do, where to go and, on the top of it...
why
Why do we act the way we act?
Why do we say the things we say?
Why do we show that version of us that we show?
Instead of the truth.
In order to get, in order to have, in order to obtain
WHATERVER WE WANT
AS MUCH AS WE WANT
AS LONG AS WE WANT
So we act the way we suppose they think the best.
And we say what we suppose they need to hear.
We show what we guess they like to see.
Instead of the truth.
We compromise, we falsify
We counterfeit and mystify
We disfigure, deface,
We manipulate, even getting to adulterate OURSELVES
The truth
Or what we dare to think it could be
What we would secretly wish to be
What we were taught the truth must necessary be
Without even asking ourselves IF we really want what we want,
need what we need,
wish what we wish,
Nor WHY
The reason of our cravings
The origin of our greed, of our lust
What causes our yearning, that specific longing or urge, need, will
That induces us into temptation
That persuades us to seduce another
That convince us to become seductive
Intriguing, fascinating, bewitching
To enamour, to captivate
Till we hold him captive
Or he held us captive
Nevertheless, every year, there we go, New Years Eve and the
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