“It’s like,
I was born yesterday
The time I was a child,
The games, the toys, the runs.
The falling and going.
It’s like,
the years.
The days. the day.
This day.
A.Y.”
I have been asked to write in another language that wasn’t Italian, obvsiously. Cose Turche was born in Italian, so I kept it that way. I do want to share much more though with more people. So these words are about the simplest things, actually the simplest thing: happiness, a day, a life, all is simple.
I was riding my bike home with a huge Ibiscus attempting to fall out. People were smiling at me, I thought how amazing that a flower can grant me so many smiles, I should always walk, ride, live with a flower in my hands.
Today is a day. Fact.
Today I am happy. Other Fact.
It wasn’t simple to get here. Also Fact.
If I can share the world that lives and lived in me, all I can say is, know that life can be like a flower riding in my basket. You just carry it around, this thing called happiness, you build it with your smiles, your hopes, your breath.
Every morning I write on my book of manifestations, I ask for things to come my way, I have dreams. I also know that my happiness doesn’t reside in accomplishing these things. My happiness is a day.
So today I wrote, simply: THANK YOU.
(lecoseturche) 