If the mess that surrounds us mirrors the inner chaos and creativity (genius?) I am creative! an indefinite tangle of cables, wires, power strips and other accessories had invaded my kitchen, where long ago I decided to keep the technological position of the family. The inkless printer, hidden under piles of paper and its tangled cables at some point looked at me asking to be saved permanently or killed. I ordered up, removed the unused accessories, connected cables , moved dusted settled, now it's not in order (never will) but it seems so... I had to move some books,moving books destabilizes me, 'cause they live , get used to being petted, taken browsed and then put back in their place. I hope they'll forgive me .. one day.
Same thing in my room, where the bed is really just an object while the libraries are part of the heart, supporters of those volumes which over time have contributed to my sleepless nights, the strongest emotions, I cried and laughed and I was freightned. Running behind the words to see what would happen.I like to enter (there is always dim light) go slowly to choose who I'm gonna once again read, every now and then happens to find a book, a gift not yet read, then as a child on Christmas morning, I go faster, heart in the throat (voluntarily ignore the clothes needing to be ironed) and sit down .. caress the cover, and there begins a new story which, for a few hundred pages I will also be part of.
The disorder in the end is not that bad.
I went out, the sun went down on the sly at night, I stopped a moment in my yard, captured by the lush greenery of the ancient Mulberry, my impudent Wysteria, loving the many different greens ... my trees and my plants are like me, disheveled, and I like that .
The evenings of June are warm, have a nice smell ... taste good.
S.
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