I get away, I run, I go. I greet everybody and go.
Where? Alone? With whome?
Which faces I will meet on the way?
It will be cold, it will be hot?
There will be the sea or the countryside?
Too many questions. If don’t start now, without thinking about it, maybe I will not ever again.
I saw trains passed. I dreamed with my head pointed up, where there was flying a plane. Where it were going? It didn’t matter.
The idea to leave was enough, because I was in jail, because every things around me was looked and could not find escape routes.
Yes, I want to travel. At the risk of finding myself imprisoned in a shabby suburb in Krakow, or blocked by the cold inside a house in London.
I want to travel, go, jump on a train or on a plane and take the fear away with me.
Why this exact moment is now or never.
Because even in the worst, most wretched places in the world to find you the look of a girl, a bird in flight, steal a conversation on the phone. And I have something to tell. To myself, to others. I can raise my head and say, “I’ve been there, I saw, I heard.”
And now I’m travelling. My train runs on a line of shadow, hidden from the eyes of the world.
I will stay just the time that i will need. Time to take a breath. The time that the eyes devour that portion of the light that is called “world”.
The time to be myself, to the end, at least once in their lifetime.
Before of put a good dress, get out of the shadow line and let me wet from light.
Before finding my best smile and say, “Here I am. I am here.