Yes, it's true I'm afraid.
I never said the opposite.
Afraid of letting go. Afraid of this life that runs under my veins.
Afraid of myself, maybe, or what I could be... just if...
EVEN IF
And I know that I should let it flow.
But in a way I let myself go EVEN too much, EVEN enough.
Since I'm really young.
The miracle.
The beauty.
The life.
With all my limits, all my wrong thoughts, all my stupid EGO.
EVEN&GO.
Mistakes, often, walls, screens, masks...
Just to say the truth, just to try to explain my truth, which it's just mine, I know.


Not absolute.
Not eternal.
EVEN WHEN

"Eppure la danza, eppure l'amore,

eppure il fare ed il gioire."