THE FORGOTTEN STORIES

To all the strangers who became family, To all the random inconveniences that I made, To all the bloody decisions that I took, To this fragile body that supported me, To all the stronger hands that offered help, To all the pains that prepared me, To all the stories with absurd unhappy endings, To all the sources of my contagious laughs, To all the distant relations that are less distant, To all my glorious gut feelings that moved me, To all the ditches that I fell, To all the mountains from which I rose, To all the wondrous eyes that searched for me, To all the applause that lifted me, To all the late night conversions that offered enlightenment, To all the aesthetic pleasures that   I experienced, To all the fading lights that made me stronger, To all the inglorious geniuses who made an impression, To all my regular energy boosters, To all my artistic capabilities that excelled, To all the roads in which I lost myself, To all the books that created an aura,