When the most part of the occidental world is preparing, with care and joy, the celebration of the "saint" Easter, me too I've something to celebrate. Oh yes, this is a fuckin' important day.
I celebrate the ANGER.
This is my first day of anger. How much surprised I was! Why it has waited so much to arrive?? This visceral thing, so unknown to me, that I've always wanted and I've never really felt. Now it's finally here.
It comes from the nothing, of whom I don't care anymore. It comes with the disgust. It comes with the absence. It comes with the disillusion.
It comes with the HATE.
I hope it's not a little joke of my mind. If it won't go away as it's arrived - many things can change, many many many things...