Peccatori | Damiano David [ENG]

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POV Damiano

Returning home is a situation that probably everyone I know enjoys. Yes, traveling and discovering new cultures is amazing and growing, but sooner or later we start to miss it. What could be better than sleeping in your own bed, having access to your entire closet and cooking your favorite dishes in the comfort of your home kitchen. I didn't at all stand out from the rest with my preferences, although for some time I didn't feel like going back there at all.

Waiting for me here was my beloved, Giorgia. Although, was she really my beloved? We had stopped getting along for some time, and there was no indication that things would change. The embers that appeared at the beginning of our relationship have irrevocably faded. In its place have appeared quiet days, quarrels and perpetual resentment.

I am aware that our lifestyle was not conducive to the relationship, but after all, we had somehow functioned for those three years. For the past year, we both lived on our suitcases - I traveled to concerts and festivals, while she traveled to fashion runways and a shoot. Gray everyday life and longing crept into our lives, which began to turn into loneliness. Monotony was not our ally, and more and more I had the impression that we were stuck with each other out of habit. I tried to explain to myself that this was just a temporary state, that after all, it wouldn't be like this forever. Now I had stopped believing all this myself.

Almost everything has changed that could. It used to be that when I came back from a tour I knew that I was in for an all-night wild, even animalistic sex. I knew that the next morning she would prepare a delicious breakfast, and that we would have a nice time together. Now if there are any close-ups they are mechanical rather than passionate. The tension between us makes me not even want to try anymore. The sad reality is that we both prefer to take care of ourselves.

Now I hear the front door of the apartment swinging open. I hear the familiar thud of exactly ten steps. The barely audible sound of bags being put away could be heard. That's what's left of my silence and my attempt to write a new song. It needs focus and calm for that and Giorgia is the exact opposite of that.

- I'm back! - her high-pitched voice rang through the walls of the rather cramped apartment. - Come here. I absolutely must show you something.

I must admit that I rather reluctantly rose from the mattress on which I was sitting in a Turkish position. I gathered all the cards, notes and other materials and took them with me. Holding a bundle of cards in my hands, I walked out of the bedroom and leaned against the wall that connected the small hallway with the kitchenette and living area.

- I made a round of the stores today. I popped into a second hands stores and a couple of other antique shops. I picked up a few gems, do you want to see? - the question was one of those that could not be answered in the negative.

- Sure, show me! - I said, trying to squeeze out of myself even a little enthusiasm.

I sat down in anticipation of the show. I watched the clothes first on the hanger and then directly on the brunette's body. I must admit that the clothes were indeed very nice and could be used to compose many looks, although they seemed to me to be completely out of my girlfriend's style.

I would have seen Lilith in them more. She would certainly love these red platforms or these leather black bells. As soon as I realized my conclusions, I rebuked myself in my mind. I've been thinking about Lilith a lot lately, far too often for someone who is at least in theory in a relationship.

- And how do you like them? - She asked while folding the clothes into a cube. I don't know why she did that since she has to wash them anyway.

- They are very nice. - I commented briefly.