To Julia…
I was silent, and today came to me like a torrent of water those words that remained in my throat, the words that I never said, that ones that did not reach sounds, and did not fertilize her immense heart.
Words that expired after a day, under the pretext of: “Then there will be time.” And tomorrow, it will be and I will be another day. Some other plans, new priorities. And then, those words will be new, you will have swallowed yours, those that beat on the surface of your skin and emotions. The words carry weight: either you say them or you drown yourself… In tears, in regrets, in wanting more time and no longer being able to capture it in our hands and minutes.
I wanted to, of course I wanted to talk to her. However, that same relentless path of life left me without a speaker. Today I feel all what I wanted to say, to her, to the warrior that life gave me as a Grandmother. I won’t tell her anymore, after all, I was just going to tell her stories of mine, important only to me, but with the stamp of her presence at every moment.
Today I listen my own words in the solitude of my walls. One, another… and another. They rumble and weigh. After all, they are my only company. And they will be.
