The winds change in the blink of an eye.
From the ground there's no sense to their whims.
It's out of human control.
But if you zoom out,
You'll see it's all part of something bigger.
And it's not about just you in your spot.
And maybe you can't control it,
But you can harness it for energy,
And maybe it knocks you off your feet,
But you can surf its waves.
And maybe it fucks up your plans,
But you can be fluid.
The winds can change in a blink.
And it's okay to hate them for it.
It is clear that you were candles in the wind.
You gave lights to those around you,
And you gave warmth to those closest to you.
You cared not who you provided for,
Only that you parted ways for the better.
But the wind came.
It came in unpredictable waves,
And it was beyond control.
You had shelter.
You had protection.
You had support.
But the wind came.
It snuffed out
your warmth,
your lights.
The wind came.
It did not conquer.
Your lights continue.
Your warmth goes on.
We pass them to each other,
And we remember the gifts you gave.
You were candles in the wind.
And the wind came,
but it did not conquer.
Un'amic* del passato
Ciao...
Magari avere qualcosa più interessante da dire,
Però non c'è.
Solo posso dire "ciao".
Perché ancora voglio parlare con te?
Perché sto quasi rintornando al percorso?
Quello dove ti seguo ovunque,
Quello dove mi fai felice,
Quello dove la mia non è la tua.
Perché non posso dimenticare
Come è stato quando eravamo unit*.
Perché sempre voglio riprenderlo.
Perché quest'unità è la cosa che non sperimenterò mai.
Non era, non è, e non sarà così in questa realtà.
Ti ho conoscuito,
E per ciò, sono felice.
Quindi adesso riposi
E mi sento così triste.
Penso a tutta la gente
Che ti conosceva
E immagino che
Le lacrime che stanno cadendo
Diventeranno un lago.
E qua tu resti in pace dentro
L'amore della tua famiglia, tuoi amici,
E chiunque altro hai conosciuto.
Dalla tua famiglia di Trips,
Ti amiamo e ti ricorderemo
Perché il Trips non finisce mai davvero.
Qualche volta una pausa è solo una pausa.
Grazie di avermi dimostrati come
la mia mente funziona.
A Lei ringrazio.
Ho notato che la pausa
è una cosa normale per me.
Parlo e parlo e sempre ci sono pause,
Però non è il mio intento.
Il mio cervello è così.
Esatto.
Parlo e faccio le pause tra le mie frasi.
Cioè, le parole non mi trovano
Subbito ma vanno all'aventura
all'interno dela mia mente...
E finalmente,
arrivano fuori la bocca mia.
E... dunque,
Va bene.
Sexual orientation...
You know, that
Thing which describes what
sort of people you are attracted to.
…but,
What if we called it your
Sexual framework?
Framework...
You know, the
lens through which
You perceive and make sense of
your surroundings.
(and everyone in said surroundings)
Would it make us more fluid
In our thinking?
Would it make us less married
To the labels as stagnant tools?
Would it make us more curious
For understanding all the frameworks?
Would it break the binary?
Can you promise to deprive me?
Deprive me of a loveless relationship.
Can you promise to deprive me?
Deprive me of a monotonous existence.
Can you promise to deprive me?
Deprive me of a plotless journey.
Can you promise to deprive me?
Deprive me of a closeted love.
- e questo io chiedo a noi
e questo io chiedo a noi
Perché devo io? -
I promise to never let you go,
But to let
You go as
Far as you need.
I promise to never doubt you,
But to doubt only
The demons
In your head.
I promise to never lose hope,
But to hope
For you,
The best.
I promise to never leave,
But to leave
You your
Space.
Food. Water. Shelter.
Love. Friendship. Sex.
Dreams. Hobbies. Knowledge.
Breaking norms. Forging paths. Creating adventures.
These are my pleasures in life.
These make me happy.
These make me a part of society.
This is how I splace myself.
Optimism.
Keep me afloat.
Keep me going.
Churn my thoughts.
Keep me rowing.
Keep me on course.
Churn my thoughts into actions.
Love
The reason
I can swallow my pride in the face
of opposing viewpoints.
The reason
power is not, but rather is
responsibility.
The reason
I can, not survive, but live another day.
Leggi il titolo.
È come tu lo vedi.
Stai stanc*.
Sto stanc*.
Le nostre vite hanno sfide.
Va bene.
Lo so. Lo so.
Coraggio.
Diventerà meglio.
Vedrai tu.
I guess I'll be a bee.
They're smol and busy buzzies.
I'm a small and busy body.
Sometimes I think I would like to be a bird.
Birds are majestic.
Bees are buzz-kills waiting to happen.
Birds make music.
Bees make noise.
But no.
I'm satisfied as a bee.
To trade is to discover the full picture.
Two sparrows settle for the night.
They are fearful of predators.
They are desperate to remain hidden.
One sparrow tosses and turns.
Sleep does not befall it.
It watches for the sunrise.
The other sparrow lies still.
Its breaths are even.
Still, the sparrow remains awake.
Two sparrows greet the daylight.
They are tired.
Silence fills the void between them.
...is not enough.
Validation bridges the gap.
I can scream into the void.
Maybe I'm heard,
But I hear nothing back.
Visibility does not equal Validation.
I present myself how I wish.
~ Visibility ~
I get addressed by a stranger how I want.
~ Validation ~
Nuance:
Validation can be misinterpreted.
...by the giver,
...by the receiver,
...by onlookers.
It's complicated.
Dysphoria aNd Anxiety.
Like the halves of zipper
They can bind
Together and become separate.
And like a closed zipper they appear one
In the same thing,
And it becomes difficult
For the wearer even
To see where one ends and the other begins.
Mi tocchi.
Te l'ho chiesto di fare.
Mi tocchi di nuovo
Però... Questa volta senza la mia voce.
E poi ho detto
"No."
E il mio corpo si è ritirato.
Certo ci abbiamo parlato dell'incidente.
È stato davvero solo un incidente.
Tuttavia... penso che la mia psiche
Sia stata ferita da te.
So che non avevi quell’intento,
Come non intendevo avere questa reazione disforica,
Però,
Eccoci qua.
And I don’t know if it’s
The dysphoria
Or
The anxiety.
But I can’t shake the memory and
Ho paura che alla prossima situazione similare
Queste emozioni ritorneranno.
Yet, maybe...
It is only a self-fulfilling prophecy.
If I will it,
It won’t happen.
Spero di mantenere il controllo come penso.
