A weekend to believe again

It is such a long time since I had so much fun.

I mean honestly, I think the days of random party are over to be substituted by something else.
And what is nicer than meeting someone with whom you can talk about the topics you are most interested in?

So the weekend was a surprise. Starting as always with no plans it ended up in real tons of fun (I am even writing without cynicism again).

So the surprises started on Friday evening. A night that promised to be uneventful in the club I always go to finished in a crazy party until 7am as I met one of the coolest people ever. A whole new circle of lives.

A weekend with a person with whom you truly have an intellectual and physical connexion is absolutely priceless. Conversations around music, different shapes of art, what made us what we are, the people around us… Honest confessions of our weakness. Of what made us cry.

It is truly fate. I would have never imagined such a thing a month ago, when I saw the world around me collapsing. It would be hard for me to believe that such things happen if it wasn’t because they do.

That one who doesn’t risk, doesn’t achieve.