Voice of Me

You are a text with skin, pores, nerve centres, and eyes that see, weep, and cheerfully astonished.

You are the mouth that kisses, screams, sucks and throws away, the heart that accelerates and slows down, that gives a sign of life and commands the order of things.

You are a reflection of the love that unites us, to me, to everybody.

You are the old and the young, the prelude to the truth, the whole truth and beyond.

You are the face of the unpredictable and the moment that passed; you are a new mark that stays, multiplies and unfolds in multiple chords of who I am.

You are allegro, molto vivace, piano, pianissimo, largo, dolce, molto dolce!

You are the dilution of what is unnecessary and an addition to me.

You are the improvisation of a living body commanded by a sensitive heart.

You are the awakening of memories and the expression of freedom.

You are a body that breathes more and better.

You are the dots in the i’s, the scream that saves and the love that heals.

You are ample space inside the soul of the people.

You are merely the high spirit of each person.

You are the change in the course of banal things.

You are more.