Italian version here: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/04/13/poesiasono-vivo/
I feel my breath,
I feel alive for the first time,
although I have been for many years,
I feel that now the turning point has come,
after so much damage,
after so many dramas.
I feel alive, like I woke up,
I feel like the real me, I touch my face,
as if it were the first time that I do it,
I feel alive in my smile,
I feel alive in me, I am soaked.
I feel life flowing through me,
as if now, at 30,
I was alive for the first time,
as if you never were before,
as if what happened so far,
was never enough.
And I think it’s really like that …
Now that I am loved,
I love myself and forget the past.
I’m alive now,
I feel stronger and more active.
I realize myself,
because I have abandoned,
any idea not mine, in the toilet.
I understand who I am,
I understand what I want,
I understand that so far I have never been,
maybe it was a bit of me, a bit of someone else,
I conquered myself …
The best feeling in the world,
I am free…
I am, finally,