Goodbye Graz, I leave.
This week I still stride through your streets with my green bike.
But it’s finished. I leave. Finally.
I wanted to tell you this so many times.
Yet that does not come from you.
Your sweetness was perfect.
Your inhabitants were so welcoming and friendly.
I liked discovering you and growing up here.
But I dreamed and I dream about somewhere else, far, different.
I do not go so far away and I will come back.
But I want to realize the dreams which broke here.
I liked discovering you and the countries which surround you.
But my dreams became more refined. I leave to realize them.
I know that life will not stop to slow me down, but I am going to try.
I want to try.
This is how I leave you.
Filled with doubts and with hopes.
Melancholic and light.
Fragile and stronger at the same time.