notturno

Your home,your sofa,the day that has gone and life that stops asking of you and your duties.
Just for few hours You enter another world,your world, everywhere,far away,intimate or superficial,it depends on you,on the moment;you choose it.The silent of the night,the sleep of those who live with you let you free to meet again yourself by an artificial blu light that cages yourself in a web,but only when and if you want it.
The story has been read,the baby's bottle has been drunk,now I come back to myself.