Letter To My Body

Dear body,

It’s been a while since we last spoke and I miss you. What a strange feeling it makes me strike up a conversation with you, like you’re an old friend that I haven’t seen for a long time.

Like I long for your touch and want to see you now, thanks to these lines.

Life goes by so quickly that I run out of time to be with you consciously.

I know that you are there, that I owe you every movement and every thought but even so, I sometimes feel you distant, as if my mind is functioning on its own, as if it has no physical support to support it.

I am not blaming you, because we are one and the same person. I am me, and therefore you, and I am responsible for turning a deaf ear when you shout my name out loud.

It is we who, until we reach the limit, do not look at each other.

Even though you are sometimes a stranger, I can feel you

But do not think that I am not listening to you, that these cries do not reach my ears, because it is not true.

I hear you and I smell you but sometimes I ignore you. Don’t blame me, I know you often did the same with me. We both know the frustration of speaking without being listened to.

Your messages, whether subtle or grotesque, capture my attention when I want them to be heard.

Even if you set the pace, I will always have the last word to decide the right time and place for us to meet.

I know this worries you. I know you want more, and although I tried not to betray myself by saying otherwise, I want it too.

I am waiting for the moment when I will be alone with you but in this relationship one of the two has to mark the limits.

There is a time and a place for you

Do not despair, even if sometimes we find it difficult to understand each other, we are nothing without each other, and together we can reach the top.

Do not abandon me on the way because without me you will be empty and without you I am inert.

It is difficult to make an appointment, the agenda is loaded but with your infinite patience, you wait at my side for the hand of the clock to leave, between its tick and tock, a space for your voice to resonate.

Even if it is difficult to reach, the moment will eventually come. We look for him, like the one who looks for a needle in a bale of straw and, after a while, finds it.

If you look at me, I look at you

And when the time comes, we’re finally alone, and we start to be ourselves.

You take off your clothes and get naked while I remove the thoughts that invade my head hour after hour.

We are alone, you and me. Naked and without screens to interrupt communication. If you talk to me, I’ll answer you. If you look at me, I look at you. Finally, I feel you in all your splendor.

From the soft touch of your neck to the tickling on the calf that would disturb a calm sea.

There is now no part of you that I want to pass by and even the most insignificant nook seems worth exploring, as if it was the first time.

When we are together we are great

You are in my life what the eruption represents for the volcano. First calm, quiet. We have time to stop in each valley we come across and enjoy together what our senses offer us.

The noises and the increase in temperature tell us that there is activity, that the volcano is alive and that the apparent calm was only a mirage.

The heat and the movement of the earth more and more urgent indicate to us the imminent explosion which transforms the rock into lava.

Because when we speak, we understand each other and when that happens, the result is almost magical. Like the image of a fulfilled body and mind, like the scene of an erupting volcano.

And when we are together, we are great and we can achieve what each one separately failed to achieve.

Dear body, all the pleasure is mine

Dear body, we will continue to lose ourselves in the “I want but I cannot”, in the “I can but today I don’t want it”.

But there will come a time when we will look at each other again and listen to each other.

Perhaps after these words it will happen sooner or later and without realizing it we will come together under one consciousness.

No need for you to thank me for these lines, all the pleasure is mine.