ROME - Monuments between dark and light - Part 3
My dear Rome. Sometimes I dream about you .
Sometimes I hear your stories.
I hated you and believed it was the strongest feeling I could ever have. But then, time after time, the hate disappeared and love lingered, becoming stronger. I felt your sunlight burning my skin., whispering to me when I got out from the Mitreus. You promised me words, inspirations, lies and hope. You gave me everything all in once.
You gave me beauty, I gave you memory.
You broke my heart and made me a cunning fighter.
You are my second mother, my myth, my charm and my loneliness.
You taughed me to believe in what I see, and that sometimes you have to fight very hard for what you want. You taughed me that sometimes, actually pretty much often, depeding on your "ennemies mostly, even if you fight very hard you cannot win. This is what pushed me to leave you. I wasn’t that good with this.
I feel very proud of my roots my dear Rome. I could live you and see you in all your moods, under the storms and the hottest sunlight. I love you so very much, i really do. But don’t be mad at me if i chose Paris. Home is where your heart is and mine is always cut in two.
I will remember you always. And you, please remain strong. Resist in these darkest hours, and keep on welcoming those curious people who want to know everything about you.
I walked by the University the other day. I saw myself getting out of there, facing the Vatican wall. We walk on history more than ever with you. It was quite an emotion.
And don’t be mad at me if I go away. You know I’ll be back sometimes. You know my family and blood belong to the sky.