Oggi ho fatto un bel sogno e ho deciso di scriverlo nel blog per non dimenticarlo! :-) E’ un tranquillo pomeriggio estivo e mi trovo in una campagna provenzale o in un posto molto simile. Tutto intorno c’è silenzio e tranquillità. Vado a cercare qualcosa nella vecchia casa padronale dei miei zii, un posto che però non mi sembra di avere mai visto. Sto armeggiando in una stanzetta tutta blu al piano terra; la casa probably not inhabited for some time, but there are a lot of good things, like a small house museum with lots of memories, books, paintings and objects travel. Not finding what I try, I decide to leave, even if empty-handed. I take my house keys and the door I am going to close the old wooden door, as I see in passing on my left, a wonderful country that borders the place where I am.
I lean more to see and know that in addition to the massive front door facing the street, you open a huge estate with a beautiful courtyard and an old farmhouse (I admit, I have a weakness for old ruins, but this is much better, seems a very nice villa Liberty!) - Wow, how wonderful! - exclaimed loudly over the porch and someone turns to me now: - Miss, come as well! The fact we just adjusting! Come, do not be afraid! - The people I see at the bottom of the courtyard kindly invite me to come in, so I'm going to plow the entrance to the farm and in the meantime materialize even mom and dad.
welcomes us a beautiful lady of about fifty, dressed in the country, one of those ladies that although the wealthy noble blood, do not flaunt their wealth. I'm excited because the lady of the house with us for a ride in the family estate, proud of their property che stanno finendo di ristrutturare. La cascina infatti è senza arredi ed è stata appena ritinteggiata in esterni di un bel bordeaux. Io rimango a bocca aperta davanti all’imponente costruzione e non vedo l’ora di vederla per intero!
Ad un certo punto la signora sale al piano di sopra passando su alcune travi sistemate alla bene e meglio sul balconcino della casa. Ho un attimo di esitazione: se mi arrampico qua sopra rischio di cadere a terra come un sacco di patate! Le travi sono instabili e io tentenno. La padrona di casa allora mi rincuora e mi spiega come fare; mi dice dove mettere i piedi in modo tale che le travi reggano il mio peso. Così in un attimo mi ritrovo al secondo piano della villa, dove mi accoglie un bellissimo pergolato. I am reminded of those niches than once, the ones where you can relax in the afternoon of hot summers, the ones where you find yourself with the grapes on their heads and wrought iron chairs to welcome you. Ah, how wonderful!
Mrs. provides us with a mint tea with pine nuts (I think I'm still in Tunisia) and asks us if we want to continue the small tour. To which I reply yes: - know, family we are great travelers and we love meeting new people everywhere we go! - Then she moves into the small courtyard wall and a little further on we meet a young man - Meet my nephew! - The boy must have been about my age and I feel well of view of knowing, although I'm not so sure. So start talking with him and he does a lot of questions: - What do you do? What do you do? Really write? I'd like to read some of your article! - he tells me. Starts to tell a little 'me, when I suddenly distracted by something else.
In distance, I saw an elderly gentleman sitting on a chair and turn an eye to the hostess to ask who he is.
- He is "Grandpa." Unfortunately, there is the whole day looking at property the horizon and stopped talking for a long, long time! - The tone in which pronounces the sentence hides a veil of sadness and resignation. I approached him slowly, I bow in reverence, and the first thing that comes to mind to do at that time is ... kiss his hands! A very spontaneous and instinctive gesture.
Elder opens her eyes and asked me softly softly
- Why? - I tell him whispering in his ear - Lord, mine is a sign of respect towards your side who is wise in front of me! - The old man looks at me in disbelief and I still impalpably to utter words: - not think you are useless and only! If you feel that life has nothing more to offer, know that it is not so! Yes, yes, she is a person elderly, but it can make available to others of his wisdom! Do it, please! Resume to speak with his family or those who feel close to you! - The man seems to awake from a hypnotic trance. From his wrinkled face down a tear of emotion, almost as happy as a child who has just received good news. Perhaps his relatives, while nurturing love for him, all these years have not been able to support him as he wanted!
The woman realizes the magic of the moment and understand that those words have managed to stir something in the heart of the old:
- Grandfather spoke, no one believes! But it is able to encourage him? - I would say that not I know and I did not do anything special, but inside I smile because I feel I have helped a man find the courage to move forward. I am happy for this small gesture and I wake up and some words still echo in me: - Keep writing, do not stop! -
So this morning I got out of bed determined to tell what I had dreamed. The funny thing is that in the first half asleep I had no desire to wake dall'idillio! When I realized now that you have your eyes open, I made a great effort to come back to reality because I wanted to stay longer in the estate to discover new adventures ... but it was sounded the alarm!
The feeling is that the scene was real good and now I feel as if I had I made that gesture indeed! Then I ask myself: "If a dream is capable of giving real emotions as those experienced, what is the difference between dreams and reality?" certainly did not want to finish the piece Gigi Marzullo, but the question arose spontaneously! Sometimes I think the dream is a safe haven where we will dock with the mind to rest from the continuous external forces that bind us to life, but in the end is always the result of our mind or our soul, mah?!? I know that between seeing and not seeing ... I go back to sleep! ;-)
Princess
"The perennial temptation of life is to confuse dreams with reality. "
Jim Morrison
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