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SILENCE
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Ongoing, First published Jan 17, 2017
Stare zitti non significa non avere nulla da dire. Stare zitti non significa essere vuoti, bianchi e con poco spessore. 
Stare zitti non significa essere timidi. 
Stare zitti significa avere un mare di emozioni dentro che, se esposte, non verrebbero capite. 
Stare zitti significa sognare, parlare e ridere in silenzio perché nessuno capirebbe la tua risata e nessuno ne sarebbe interessato. 
Stare zitti significa amare in silenzio, ma non per paura di non essere ricambiati, ma perché il sentimento è talmente grande che non va spiegato o detto esplicitamente, va sentito, va vissuto.
Stare zitti significa essere grandi persone dentro...sin troppo per le persone che vivono fuori. 

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"Lo senti?" Mise la mia mano sul suo petto e mi fissò intensamente in attesa di una mia risposta. 

"Lo sento ogni giorno. E non ho bisogno di toccarti per sentirlo. Basta semplicemente credere in te, credere in noi e in quello che siamo." 

"Tu ci credi?"

"Io credo nelle cose non dette."

"Quindi non lo dirò"

"Io lo saprò lo stesso."

"Allora silenzio. Sta zitta e baciami. Baciami e prendi da dentro me tutto ciò che ho da darti, e portalo dentro te e sentimi, ascoltami, percepiscimi."

"Non sarà mai abbastanza."

"Non sarò mai abbastanza."

"Vale la pena rischiare in silenzio."
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