For Lenu

                                                                                                                         My Brilliant Friend, Ferrante


She stood there for a second. Everything behind her was marked by an intense emotion. The problems of the people around followed her as if they were her own. She wasn't sure where she was going, at least after the boat reached the land. Looking ahead was a brief moment of relief while moving away from many burdens which united as one.

Just that one... When you want to leave a place, but really leave, it becomes difficult to "make peace" again. Peace, that big word which cluttered the mouth of many clergymen. Who was going to be there to make promises? Who's there to ease the pain, to say that everything would be fine? Peace is better, try to love them. Try to love him. It's your fault that you want something else, it's your fault that you think differently, it's your fault that you think.


The little island contains all her emotions. It's freedom and complexity at the same time. While the sea separates her from all that during the large part of the year, she comes back to it out of choice. All her relations accumulate there, and the olden feeling of cold distance for intense emotions.

Who are you, really? Are you the person who wants to please everyone? Did you even find a space for yourself, to try to figure out who you are, to weed out the unpleasant others who constantly try to penetrate into your soul? When the normative dude is not around, who would be there to tell you what to do? You had to find out on your own.

Let's hope that this boat will bring you somewhere nice.