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<\/a><\/p>\nI think that \u201cTomorrow\u201d, by Otto Ohm, is the most romatic song ever written. Romantic and realistic at the same time. That\u2019s why I\u2019ve always dreamed about the possibility of playing it at my wedding, aka: \u201cthe ensemble party\u201d, which I prefer, as a woman who dislikes labels like that.<\/p>\n
I really don\u2019t know how many times I\u2019ve listened it to, while I\u2019m writing this post, considering it as an inspirational input\u2026 Probably 80 times.
\nEach replay has threaten the love my family feels for me, and made me cry.
\nProbably because it knows how to touch that one inner me who finds beauty in the light, not only in the dark.<\/p>\n
It made me forget that I use to consider myself as lost at a crossroad in the middle of me, Alda Merini, Giacomo Leopardi and Carrie Bradshaw.
\nTomorrow, by Otto Ohm, gives me hope and calm\u2026 And has nothing to do with alchool!
\nThis song makes me feel love, guides my eyes to the light.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know it\u2019s annoying but try to wear something on your neck, while we\u2019re waiting for the surgery\u201d;\u201dA noose will be perfect\u201d I said.
\nI wanted it to sound as tragic-ironic, but it seemed just hilarious to most of the people in the room.<\/p>\n
At home, because of the flu, I decided to do something unusual for me: NOT THINKING.
\nI bet it\u2019s the only way to explore\\express what I have inside:
\nIn this moment of my life I feel safe.<\/p>\n
\u201cEscapology\u201d means 2 things: the last semi-.acceptable album by Robbie Williams and that one chromosome of mine, which sometimes gets crazy and decodes disasters.
\nLiterally it means: the art of extracting oneself from chains.<\/p>\n
How many times I played the role of the \u201cHoudini\u201d escaping from relationships, venues or responsabilities\u2026 Generally speaking: escaping the fear itself.<\/p>\n
Anyway 2016 made me understand that \u201cno escape\u201d, sometimes it\u2019s the only road that leads you to \u201cstay\u201d.
\nStay is a wonderful verb, a promise. Like Tomorrow, as well.<\/p>\n
\u201cFor Christmas I wish I\u2019ll find that woman I\u2019ve always wanted to be underneath the Christmas tree, than I\u2019ll be happy\u201d, I thought while the record was playing.
\n\u201cBut I probably appreciate more a pedameter, to see my progresses in reaching her by myself\u201d. I said when the song finished.<\/p>\n
I looked outside the window: there was sun and cold, finally the light was coming into my little Universe of Love.<\/p>\n