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29 December 2007

The white moon in Ponte di Legno

It all begun in the moonlight spreading from the sky just above the black line of the mountains. In this light, snow seemed to be even more white, but it was just an illusion, like the strain to take a photo of it: moonlight is just something impossible to photograph but with the sight.
The valuable rest will be shown in this page. The priceless one will be kept unshown.

23 December 2007

L'alba, di nuovo

Credevo fosse un sogno.

Forse per colpa dei tuoi occhi,
così azzurri che mi sembrava di volare mentre mi giuravi un amore impossibile,
o forse perchè per vederli
dovevo volare veramente fino a te.

Credevo fosse un sogno perchè
come si fa a cambiare il posto delle stelle
se non con la sola fantasia?

Un sogno, sì,
di quelli che hanno solo i ragazzini
che non sanno tirare le redini ai loro primi infuocati amori
e travolti dalle illusioni ne restano presto inevitabilmente delusi.

Poi è giunta la notte,
la prima da quando sei atterrata con tutte le tue valige.
Nel buio hai disfatto i tuoi vent’anni tra le lenzuola
e sfiniti, nella brina d’amore, ci siamo addormentati inebriati da sensi a lungo sopiti.

L’alba ha da poco cominciato ad illuminare la stanza
e ti guardo nel mio letto:
nuda, calda. Silenziosa come una stella, ma qui,
con me, lontana da tutto ciò che prima ti circondava,
eccetto che dal tuo profumo.

Sai avevo ragione,
era un sogno, bellissimo
che ora un rumore mattutino non può che impreziosire con la sua concretezza:
Ed allora,
finalmente,
"buongiorno amore".


    The sunrise, again

    I thought it was a dream.

    Maybe because of your eyes,
    so blue that I felt I was flying while you were swearing an impossible love to me;
    or maybe because I had to fly to you,
    in order to see them.

    I thought it was a dream because
    how can one change the place of the stars
    if not with fantasy?

    A dream, yes,
    of those that only kids have, who can’t rein in their first burning loves
    and overwhelmed by illusions, inevitably disappointed.

    Then the night came,
    the first since you landed with all your suitcases.
    In the darkness you unpacked your twenties among the sheets
    and worn out, in the dew of love, we fell asleep drunk of dull senses.

    The dawn has just started to light up the room
    and I am watching you in my bed:
    naked, warm. Silent like a star, but here,
    with me, afar from all what earlier surrounded you,
    except for your scent.

    You know I was right,
    it was a beautiful dream
    That now, an early morning sound can’t do but embellish with its concreteness:
    And so,
    finally,
    “buongiorno amore”.

22 December 2007

Life's changing

Mine, I mean.
Today I begin to work on something new, completely different from all what I have done and had until now. And this new aim deserves all my care and seriousness.

From today priorities will change, and past will be just what brought me to light, nothing more than this, nevermore some kind of security blanket to wrap myself in: Linus grows up in real life.

Somehow I feel I don't belong to this place anymore, like i were a snow flake falling in july. But here I have too many real unforgettable and priceless friends and i don't wanna lose them only because my life's getting more concrete than in the previous 3 long years: as i have often said, love is virtual: you can't touch it, you can't smell it, you can only feel it.

So, eventually, i wont vanish, at all, and this little page and story of me that will change a bit, will continue to be the indissoluble link with you, who came here reading, watching, talking... and teaching me that what's important is invisible to the eyes.

Take care and drop me a line every once in a while.
Ciao.