This post is dedicated to a friend of mine, her name is Marina.
I met her during my school period at GV, the name of my canadian school. Marina is just sixteen years old but she is way too beautiful and smart to be so young, there has been something wrong somewhere. You can still smell her innocence in her words, I like her being a dreamer without adult thoughts that, as everyone knows, pollute the fantasies.
I don’t think I’ll see her again in my life. And because my life is all the time I have, I think I won’t see her again. What a pity, she will be wow in few years. She lives in Brazil, I’m living in Canada and usually my residence is in Italy. Worst case scenario there are less than 10000 km between us, best case scenario we are more than 9500km far from each other. And, if someone hasn’t understood yet, I have a pretty long dream-list to satisfy, I have to meet my own deadlines. And I can’t see me taking a vacation (especially in Brazil!!) in the next 10 years. Being italian I know that rules are there to be broken, being respectful to myself I’ll do my best to follow my plans.
I skyped with Marina few days ago, I chatted with her this afternoon. She looks happy (and here the age doesn’t matter, I was tremendously sad in that period of my life) and fine. Well, I’m glad to know that she will be okay in the next years. At least her mood is the right one!
I can’t say I had friends here. I can’t blame anyone, well I could blame me. So worried about being hurt that I didn’t let anyone touch my feelings. Someone accidentally was almost being able to do it, but fortunately now it’s gone. I had a great time, not the greatest of my life but still a nice one. No thoughts, being around people younger than me avoided me to engage in serious profound topics. That is what people are scared of, they would rather have fun that hanging out with me. Because, apparently, serious topics aren’t funny. I choose my friends according to their capability of defending their thoughts. How can I rely on a person when he/she can’t be sure even of him/herself?
I love provoke people and push their ideas, I love trying to break them and I love when people try to do the same on me. Life is not drinking until being unconscious or doing girlish talks. Life has to be more than that…or well, my life will be more than that.
I can be wrong in every thing I do. But I will be wrong just in two cases.
If I will stop doing what I think it ought to be done.
If I will keep doing what I believe I shouldn’t do anymore.
That’s it, until the blood is willing to flow in my veins, my hopes will be flown in the air.
The airman, Marina!