Non ho mai l'esperienza di una tavola così.
Abbiamo avuto cazzi e mazzi sulle nostre mani,
Dai.
E poi sono stato cazzi amari...
Una situazione del cazzo...
Però, chissà come,
Tutto a posto
Purché siamo stat* insieme.
Ma che cazzo facciamo?
Lavoare insieme a cazzo duro.
Cioè
Abbiamo attaccato al cazzo.
Grazie per un posto alla tavola.
Lo godermi.
Sai come parlare senza parole?
Non è silenzio, anzi
Funziona come una propria lingua.
Il linguaggio del corpo.
Ringhi, sbuffi, rimrombi.
Significano tutto.
Sai come capire senza parlole.
Un ringhio, un sbuffo, un rimbombo.
Il rumore ti significa qualcosa.
Per quella verità,
Sono grat* a Lei.
Let’s play with some archetypes,
Shall we?
If they each came from one imagination,
Does that make every one
A part of that psyche?
I love watching you color in your pages.
The way you determine where to place each tone,
The mix of considered strokes and impulsive slips,
The willingness to both sketch and color the book.
I watch with anticipation.
I try to predict where the lines and colors will fall.
I don’t always predict right,
But I have a decent enough track record.
You show me where you want to go,
So I watch and wait and
Try to give you steps forward.
The path is yours to travel,
And I’m grateful to join in,
Grateful to know what it means
To feel pride for others.
What's in a name?
Some would have you think "nothing",
But I say otherwise.
It's all in the name.
Don't deny it.
But
What's in the name to
You?
Is it the one that exists to meet you
Where you are?
The one that you know
You could live without?
The one whose time
You feel is disposable?
Or
Is it one that commands
The utmost respect?
The one that you know
Will demand your best?
The one who you understand
Will hold you to your place?
Hear me when I say
You best be aware of the ones who will
Snap you back into place
Without a second thought
To your pride.
So,
What's in the name
To you?
Ci piacerebbe.
…dove andremo?
…dove ci troveremo?
Sei figo. Sapevi?
In fatti è la verità.
Mi sente come se stessimo percorrendo
Senza la mappa,
Però
Non importa finché
Impariamo insieme dove andremo.
From particles we are gathered together,
And
To particles we return.
One is all; all is one.
It's the circle of life.
So,
Surely we can feed ourselves
Through this loop…
Right?
Right.
What about the dead?
Might we feed them too?
The dead decay into the soil
Ready to be consumed
By the living.
Let not their offering be in vein.
Absorb their nutrients…
Metabolize them…
Fertilize them…
Then
We might find we
Can give life to the dead.
So then
They might find
They have strength to depart.
I wish I could promise everything.
But I can't.
I know what I would promise,
But not if I could keep it.
If I could promise anything,
I'd promise to...
...never pick a fight.
...never make you feel abandoned.
...never let my own annoyances spill onto you.
...never make you feel neglected.
...never let you feel taken for granted.
But I'm not perfect,
And I am sure I will have bad moments.
So instead I will promise this:
That I will work good as I can-
...to apologize when I'm wrong...
...to show you that I appreciate you...
...to remind you that I support you...
...to make you feel secure...
...to give you patience...
...to love you...
-because that is what you deserve.
1
You live rent free in my head.
You are my first and last thoughts,
And the backtrack of my day.
2
I know when you text.
Your alerts are their own.
It's been that way for a bit.
3
You can bypass sleep mode.
Just the other day,
I swapped the settings.
I'm glad I saw that call and answered.
4
I am willing to do what I can to make this work.
But
I need help understanding what that is.
5
I am not perfect.
Know I screw up,
And I appreciate your patience.
Difficile Benché Possibile.
Sei bene.
Sto bene.
La vita è difficile.
Sta bene.
Non si può scegliere di dov'è,
E non si può vincere tutti,
Ma si fa del tuo meglio.
Sai, il tuo meglio è abbastanza.
Le aspettative sono alte.
Lo so però
È perché io credo in te.
Puoi fare lo stesso?
Credi in te stess*?
Dai. Mostrami.
Non c'è abbastanza tempo
Non c'è abbastanza parole a dire che voglio io.
Non c'è mai abbastanza.
Magari che tu abbia abbastanza pazienza.
Magari che io abbia abbastanza coraggio.
Magari che il nostro racconto avrà molti capitoli più.
Ricordo quando hai detto che
Hai voluto promettermi tutti.
Tranquilla. Non voglio tutti.
Voglio solo te,
perché sei abbastanza.
A spark does not always need to catch.
A kindling does not always need to alight.
The sustained purr of coals can be enough.
.
To get coals you must burn a spark.
It was a fast spark,
But a slow burn.
..
The flames were exciting,
With a nervous flicker.
It had not decided between a roaring fire,
Or a whispering ember.
...
The oxygen ran low,
But at an ember the level balanced.
Even without proper conditions,
The fire within stayed present.
Hot coals:
Touch do not disturb.
Walk do not run..
Appreciate do not cover...
We collected our cups,
And we filled them fast.
When everything was simple,
We had it all.
The easy times are past
And life's complexity rains down.
There is a choice to make,
A crossroad.
Searching…
For happiness,
For fulfilment,
For balance.
Searching for what works in our reality.
The time to reflect is at hand.
Do you have your thoughts together?
I can only hope I do.
Whether we are ready or not,
Time is moving forward.
We can hold the reins, if we choose,
Lest we exist as the beasts bound in them.
Choice can be paralyzing.
I'll try to choose respect
Without unreasonable sacrifice.
This could work. I believe that,
But a relationship takes two.
I'm in it for the long game,
And I hope you are too.
Because there's so much left to explore,
And I want to be alongside you.
I'll miss having a familiar place,
A place I can bike to and from,
A place I can seek out.
I'll miss the splatter of toe beans,
The protesting mreows,
And the random cat pictures.
I'll miss sitting on the couch,
Working side by side,
Being busy, but together.
I'll miss going to sleep
With you by my side,
With your arms at my side.
I'll miss oversharing,
You acknowledging my nonsense,
You making me feel seen.
I'll miss knowing you.
Painting the town.
Falling asleep in your arms.
Waking up next to you.
How you skip to cross the street.
How you laugh in the moment.
How you ask for my thoughts.
Your touch.
Your smell.
Your you.
Gone with the wind.
Have my back or go away.
Open my eyes to the impossible or hang me from the cliff's edge.
Step into the stage lights and own your form.
Tell me I can trust you while showing me you know the same
Patience:
Not complaining while waiting?
Or
Self-occupying while waiting?
It’s the self-challenge.
It’s the little things.
It’s living in the present.
It’s not something that can be shown.
But it’s observable, over time.
Others notice.
It's funny how patience can feel not so.
When the present is enjoyable for its own sake,
It is simply part of the experience.
And it's a good part.
There's also the game in anticipation:
Theorizing outcomes.
Playing 4D chess.
Waiting to see if hunches are accurate.
Reading is an art.
Compiling observations and making sense of them is an art.
Figuring out the ending is an art.
When patience is an art,
It is not tedious.
