You may not know it, or you will probably know it later, but I looked for you for years without finding you.
Your absence marked my mind painfully, like a bullet lodged on my arid skin.
Your absence has wreaked havoc in my heart but not only...I turned my back to everything I had known so far, my friends became my enemies without me even realizing it.
After ten days of rain, the sky had mourned but not me. I was waiting for you and I am still longing for your prescence, dying for your splendid hazel eyes, and splendid honey curls, for your brightful smile and genuinely kind heart.
Sitting low on the ground in your studio that you were so proud of. The place of our first meeting.
I can't help but smiling as I think back to that strange day. A bitter-sweet smile indeed. As if fate had wanted our paths to cross at this fateful moment when our lives were only misty and light.
Your cans of paint, your sculptures and canvases, they also ask me why you left.
You said it made you lighter than getting into this art and it's true, I admit it, you have a gift for it.
Maybe I should also change careers and become an artist , why not?
And when I become famous people will ask me, as if it were normal, how a Mafioso like me changed profession.
Irony of fate. It's funny until it's not...
I open a can of dark black paint and fill my hands with it when I stop for a moment and look out the window.
At the corner of the street, a small dark-haired boy dressed in denim overalls stares at me with a soft and curious gaze.
I scrutinize him too and unwittingly I stain my white shirt by putting my hand on it.
Except that suddenly something hits me : reality hits me like lightning.
This resemblance.
He has the same smile as you...