I don't recognize nothing around me.
I know the name of the people that I am with, I know where I am, but everything has a different meaning.
Like watching a movie for the first time.
It can be scary, but it's not.
Sometimes it's funny, other time it's pretty sad, expecially when I realize that what I have is less that what I think I have.
Yes, because if you clean everything from emotions and memories, leaving just the pure picture... well... often what it remains is not that much.
I don't have the right words to explain this. It's quite abstract, but extremely powerful.
It's not a vision, it's almost the opposite of a vision.
Sometimes I feel that if I don't go back in my body quickly I can loose myself forever or I could wake up as another one, an Andrea that is somewhere, doing something else.
I also have the feeling that I know the other one, the other me.
I remember him.
I met him once. It was May, I was in Milano and I was almost mesmerized by the movements of the branches of the trees blowing in the wind. I was in front of a theater. It was the 1995.
The only thing that I cannot say is which of them I was and if who I am right now is the same one of that distant day... or the other one.
Sometimes it happens.
Suddenly.
I think I'm somewhere else, doing what I'm supposed to do.
Not dancing, for sure.