Saudade

Here it’s night, I wish you could see the beauty I’m seeing.

It’s almost dawn, I’m not at home but with my friends, and they’re all sleeping. I wonder what they’re dreaming.

Hello insomnia, my old friend.

There’s so much silence I can hear a river.

The night starts to lose its darkness bit by bit, it’s the blue hour.

Loneliness can be a curse, but right now it’s a gift.

The wind blows weakly. I’m on the couch and I can see the leaves dancing with it.

Art is nurtured by loneliness.

I’ll go for a walk.

The sky is all cloudy now, everything above my head is dark grey.

The sun is drawing a pink shade made of water, branching off as if the light was a painter.

Will it rain?

All the memories I have, walking down this road, are coming with me. I remember the voices, the snow, the torches; I’m walking with ghosts whispering in my ear.

“Saudade”.

I can smell the trees. A little dragonfly just crossed my path.

The mountains are so huge they leave me speechless.

And it’s peaceful.