Original/Italian Version here: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/01/31/lunica-cosa-che-conta/
The paranoia, the things I regret having said,
these thoughts in my head that are not mine now.
These thoughts influenced by the ideas of others.
The only thing that matters is not where I go, where i stay.
The only thing that matters are not the written words, aphorisms, quotes, clichés.
And all the words they say to me, believing they are doing me good,
but they were nothing but knives turned in the wound.
And in the end, I don’t know what to do with it.
I’m sorry but that’s how it is. Those are not the things that matter.
Thank you for being by my side, but that’s enough.
Enough with these debates, where I will continue not to change my mind, also because it seems he has never been able to really express it.
ou believe there is only one way to live, but it’s not mine.
Finally and I say it: the only thing that matters, that’s what I feel, what I heard.
My emotions, affection, love. Friendship.
The only thing that matters remains inside me, it has never changed.
And I like it like that, also because it has now happened.
I like it the way it is,
the way she is.
Any problem with that?
I like it like this with all the flaws and complications,
in fact I like it even more. I like to have something that encourages me to do always better,
having obstacles to overcome.
I like it with all the changing ideas, the lack of consistency.
The bull**** and lies told, for good or ill. Even if it’s shit sometimes.
But I like it that way.
So it is. That’s life.
And not just life. This is how I want to live it, with everything I like to do.
The only thing that matters is in the heart. For me. That’s what I feel. Inside. And it is the only truth.
Time passes, but what I have inside does not change.
I have an incorruptible heart. See the only thing that matters,
is that I love them as they are.
I want to change and make it better,
I like it as it is. And it’s nice to start here.
Or start over? We will see.
Did you understand what is the only thing that matters? I hope so. That’s the anchor of my sunken ship,
that I have to go to recover, at the bottom of the sea.
“‘Cause what I feel is the only truth for me
And I get by on this naiveté of youth
If what I feel is the only truth
And what I give out will make up what I’ll receive
Can I leave behind my naiveté of youth?
Will I be crucified for wanting to believe?
I believe “