furnish a house or a room is one of the things that make me feel my own. Two years ago I changed my room which was the same as when I was a child ... I am not exaggerating saying it was a time of inner growth, as if the new room also reflects the latest occurred in my mind.
outer space done in our own image often helps us to realize who we are, how we have become, and it stimulates the expression. A writer would not be the same without her desk.
For many years I lived in an area that I even looked a bit ', in which I could hardly even hear me. I am an extremely tidy person, but at that time was chaotic and confusing: in the cage did not have to decipher thoughts, but just go on as best he could. Until a little incident has illuminated my reality.
I attended a boy less than a month. Or rather, I attended is not the right word, we spent hours and hours on the phone during which he did nothing but fill me with compliments and flattery. He was a friend of a friend, I was behind a long time but only recently had begun to interest me. We were hung out a few times, but already could feel the tension of the contact.
That night I knew would be "the evening", but did not know nothing, and nothing else I wanted to know. We meet around midnight, take a ride on the Gianicolo, and then we close ourselves in the car. The situation rapidly and I think those seats are not very comfortable. Since he lived at Ostia, to propose to go by myself. And so it was.
I still remember the moment I turned the key in the lock, I remember the strange feeling of having brought in a guy in my shell, hitherto inaccessible to be shared with the whole family (who was on vacation elsewhere), and finally I remember the disappointment in his expression see a place that is completely different.
He was right, and I do not like then I was never ashamed. It was not a bad room, but was not "my". As I had thought to invite him here? What could I expect from that night?
Needless to say, everything went bad from every point of view. The excitement that we had wrapped up shortly before he disappeared in a few seconds, he fell asleep in my arms on a tiny single bed which bears ornaments that not even want to remember, burdened with books, a desk looked at us insistently for the whole night screaming into bankruptcy, and the next morning we found a bit 'of engagement that lasted a minimum. He ran in record time, leaving me with the bitter feeling of having it all wrong.
certainly was not the man of my life, and I have no regrets, but maybe I could get out of it head on, if I had not made that mistake. Mistakes and the ugliness of life must be shared only with those who choose to stay. He defile without even an afterthought, after months and months of courtship.
I did spend the summer, and then I went to a furniture store. At least something is served, his cowardice. Now I have the most beautiful room I could wish for. But he will not see it ever.
On Air, David Bowie, Starman
