There’s something unsaid that always stays in between places of usual realities…
We look across the room,
we find someone to match the suppression of desires
and we catch a pair of floating eyes…
There’s so much to say to each other,
there’s so many ways to be close to the source of this enchantment,
but somehow the threads of involvements have been broken
with a false hope to be among people all the time.

Looking around seems a spin of addiction
that gets the best of us.
Always trying to touch the settlements of a perfect happiness,
in cars, in beds, in cigerettes, in showers,
in the pose of a wild beast,
in free talking,
in the ways we all try to be remembered…
but never being able to be in the presence of that happiness.
Yeah I guess that’s the unattainable dimension of our whole purpose.

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Photograph: Nicoletta Reggio.