THE BENCH ~

The park’s bench is quiet and calm, even waiting… patiently.

A father sits to talk about politics with his son; he doesn’t understand, breathing deeply he tries to discover the real meaning of all those empty words, what is the real thing behind the masks.

The difficult conversation becomes a pleasure in the eyes of a worried mom and a daughter anxious to know more about sexuality.

“I like you”, the importance of simplicity, the essence of two words in a deep and true way. The girl laugh, the boy goes red, they kiss…

How difficult is to fix the past! Say sorry for making mistakes when mind was stronger than heart. The pride falls like an autumn’s leave; the old father wants to cry, but his son does it before.

A man sit tired after playing with his dog, he doesn’t like when people say he lives alone and needs company… he has his dog.

A heart is beating strongly moving all the body, all the feelings. She can feel every particle, every pore is open, the mind goes blind and the surroundings disappeared. Hope is still alive… “Mom, I’m pregnant”

Friends are talking about life, they laugh, cry sing, shout, dance… they are themselves and say thank you to each other for friendship; After all, they choose to be sisters in this world.

It doesn’t matter time, society, prestigious, money, what people could say… you only can live life with blossom when you do something with passion, when you are mad about it leaving you without breath

- When I play music I feel complete, I feel twist, I vibrate and my senses explode… I’m the instrument, just me and my passion…

The father looks at him worried, then looks at himself and starts to understand…

Friends cry together, they feel companied by each other and their souls make one. There is no need of words, just the other’s presence to feel warm.

Love is like a flower, maybe a little ephemeral, but beautiful and fascinating; involves with a nice scent, makes men mad and you enter in that state… in that irrational and chemical state, in the happiness of be alive, waking up always wanting a new day… “I love you”, they say it at the same time, breathless… they needed to say it, they were going to explode.

The old friends meet to remember the past. Now with wrinkles and a slow walk, they feel alive again with the richest youth of the memories. Memories transcend the rationale’s border keeping save in the hearts for ever.

Two strangers watch the park. Each of those in a different corner, the bench is large…

He pretends to be concentrated in his studies, she in her drawings, they look each other nervously, time pass… she stands, he stops her, they talk…

Years pass, decades and decades of life, decades of emotion, feelings and actions. The world change, people change… They pass through the cycle of life, a step in the immortal existence and the bench is always there… then it starts to deteriorate, life is getting dizzy, the bench falls defeated by time. A boy is crying in front of those dead memories…