...And yet, another year has passed by*

Many people invaded my life, as many others just touched it leaving me slight memories of little details -each one special, in his own way.

Tonight I've seen with a friend some comediants from Naples, speaking about old habits of an even older population -The classical lunches of the sundays, with all the families together (in an ironic way, as obvious -but don't they say that every joke hides a bit of truth?) and every-day comedies that happen during "normal" life.

And, I have to admit, I felt really sad and melancholic.

The Past, in some occasions, overwhelmes every present and future's hope -leaving us floating in memories which seem to come straight from another life*

At least, that's my feeling. I remember my family, when I was nothing else than a boy -totally fulfilled of the classic joy that you can experience on a sunny sunday with your parents, grandmas and brothers. Or the birthdays, where you could feel the real essence and presence of an abstract layer of Love -which is destined to fade away when Time itself will claim for them.

Now I'm here, alone in an elegant flat in the heart of a foreign country, with a lazy cat sleeping on my side, waving my thoughts to all those sundays spent together with people who shall carry on living just in my head and memories.

I hope everyone of you shall keep your own well hidden and protected within yourselves, as these feelings are one the most precious things we'll ever have.

The real sorrow is just understanding it when you think it's too late.

Suerte,

Val