«Autumn»
The coloured leaves fall on the ground, graciously swimming through the
cold breeze before giving up and diving onto the sidewalk, adding a pop of
colour to the grey concrete.
Always the same sight, different variations, the same memories and the
same wave of melancholy I've grown used to.
These feelings fill my brain with hurried thoughts and hopes, but it was
you with whom I could forget everything else and actually be happy.
Autumn reminds me of you: seems freezing, but once inside the house,
it's cozy and warm, making you forget how cold it was outside.
Now, I'm left with the wind and swaying trees, which dance at the
changing times, celebrating each passing hour as if it was
the last... unlike the clouds, who darken at the thoughts of what
has already passed, often crying and sobbing with desolation...
We built this house in three years, only for it to be cracked by the
winds of change. It hasn't fallen, but I feel it breaking, slowly being
abandoned...
As the coloured leaves fall on the ground, I keep walking on the grey
concrete, looking for the house we built, lost in the thoughts I've learnt to
embrace.
-Mariana Salbani, N°18, 10°H
