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A few years ago, I wrote a text about a daily fact of life, about me walking and finding a lost cat and how it made me fall in internal question about feelings, actions and intentions. Funny that I remembered it today, and I realized... Here the text: “I was walking in a day like any other after school , the same noises as ever, children going home , people gossiping , cars everywhere with hungry people going home or restaurant for lunch. But, in the way I always took, closest to the suburbs, everything were quieter, often a deadly silence, under the strong midday sun. And one day, annoying like all days, in my way something did des

For today, just a poem, i wrote some time ago Color by my side Sky is grey, And blue is my heart. Your words are red Like flames burning my bones. Your smile is yellow light melting my iced soul. All i do to you is a mess, dirtying you all in black. I never wanted, but I just go to black (I wanted to go back) Just raining feelings drops of grey I can't stay gold, Can't make you shine, But I would like make you mine. I should live in shadows, And let you white. But I'm lost in the green fields of your mind. Please (baby), tell me, You want color this world by my side. Cause all I do is just a mess, Dirtying everything in a pit black (and