…at my ease among my projects still in the clouds…
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…a mio agio tra i miei progetti ancora sulle nuvole…
This time words hardly come out. Too many dreams, projects, thoughts overlapping. They are mixed. Layered and confused. I would like to tell you everything. But I can’t. Not now. I can’t even write them – black on white – simply to plan everything in the best way. I don’t like to plan. I keep everything in my mind. A list of dreams with dates and deadlines. Each of them corresponds to a small path. I still don’t know if they will turn into a street. If they will pop up into a flowered garden. Or into an endless sea. If the road is tortuous or flat. I can’t predict. But in any case, I am happy and satisfied. Probably like never before. Every day is a small step on one of the road that leads me to chase a project that realizes a dream. Always walking a bit hovering above the ground, such as on a layer of feathers. With my head looking up to the sky like a ballerina on her ballet pointe. Or a child who has just lost the balloon. But I love to feel like this. Profoundly detached from reality. Strongly determined.
Persa nei miei sogni. Stavolta le parole escono a fatica. Troppi i sogni, i progetti, i pensieri che si accavallano. Sono tutti insieme. Sovrapposti e confusi. Vorrei raccontarli. Ma non posso. Non adesso. Neanche ho il coraggio di metterli nero su bianco per organizzarmi. Perché a me non piace organizzare. Li tengo in mente. Una lista di sogni con date e scadenze. Ognuno corrisponde a un sentiero. Ancora non so se diventerà una strada. Se sbucheranno in un giardino segreto. O in un mare sconfinato. Se il cammino sarà tortuoso o pianeggiante. Non posso prevederlo. Ma in ogni caso sono contenta così. Forse come non lo sono mai stata prima. Ogni giorno un piccolo passo su una delle strade che mi porta a inseguire un progetto che corrisponde a un sogno. Camminando sempre un po’ sospesa da terra, come su uno strato di piume. Con la testa che guarda verso l’alto come una ballerina sulle punte. O una bambina a cui è volato via il palloncino. Perché mi piace sentirmi così. Profondamente distaccata. Fortemente determinata.
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14 Responses to “lost in my dreams”
Very nice! I have to make lists cuz I’m older and so forgetful…LOL But yes, follow your dreams and don’t let anyone tell you that you can’t succeed. Just be sure to prioritize so you don’t start them all at one and get lost in your beginnings. Thanks for visiting my blog also1 I appreciate your time! 😀
I think it’s not completely a matter of age :D…I guess it’s an attitude. I don’t like to plan because I leave a big – probably too big – space to creativity. But I’m sure I’ll have to start planning sooner or later. Thanks to you to stopping by. xxx
Love it!
that is an excellant blog love reading it
I want to print and save forever comments like yours…they made me feel everyday more motivated!
Bella! You always seem to have the most fabulous posts that I can read just after work and would make my day <3
Lisa, I’m so happy you are here to comment and help me feeling good writing on this little space. It is even more appreciated when you like what comes directly from my heart dealing most with the soul than with the appearance. ❤
You always write such inspiring posts 😀 <3 xoxo
Get out of my head!
So feeling this post, nice job of articualting what I couldn’t : )
OMG! Your comment is so well said. ❤
When the water and the rail and the balloons line up its magic – so nice to have shared your dreaming like this. I can say I am genuinely pleased to have met you in this way. Ciao Ciao
lovely comment! Grazie
Such an inspiring post!!! Your blog is a pick me up at the end of each day.
Dream as if you’ll live forever. Live as if you’ll die today…