Slow Life: The Time of the Fu and of the Will

It was the sweet time of smiles, colors and life.

It was the time of projects, of strength and the new independence.

It was the time of happiness, love and optimism.

It was the time of conviction, of managing one's life, of choices and autonomy.

In this time I have known you and in this time I have loved you, with your fresh wild strawberry flavor.

It seemed that everything around us was a corollary of our love, that every kiss was our last, that every look was a film, that every thought was we leave.

We flew high, light and happy towards the sun, circling before it, sure to live among the uncommon people kissed by luck.

However, the sun has begun to melt our masks, altering our golden appearance, exposing what was previously deeply hidden within us.

The time has come for sarcasm and reproach, for harshness and marginalization, for sadness and loneliness.

The time has come for hypocrisy and lack of courage, for waiting for the other's decisions to blame them.

The time of the end has come, even if no one can tell.

Automatic translation. We apologize for any inaccuracies. Original article in Italian.