For the first time I feel fragile, after so many years.
I felt like this around my fourteen.
But somehow, exactly like almost twenty years ago, this fragility gives me also something precious.
Somehow I recognise what is important.

Yes, not much remains around me and each word, each gesture, all eyes of the people around me, assume a deep value, a strong meaning, that makes me seem an uncompromising person.

I must be uncompromising right now cause I'm lost, so I have to keep in balance what is really important in this incomprehensible life.

The health (body, mind and soul), the love (family and true friends), the nature (and everything connects me with it) the faith.

I can easily send all the rest to fuck off.
...or maybe not that easily....

And yes... yes... I do not hide the fact of being scared.
A man in the world. Full of doubts, mistakes and passions.


Full of life inside these vains.