I set out in the woods, the trail is muddy and full of potholes and puddles, the snow remains in the middle of the road, while the side was dissolved and its place are due rivoli d’acqua paralleli che sembrano condurre tra le piante spoglie…sento un peso su di me, qualcosa che mi trascina a terra.
Proseguo con difficoltà, prima un bivio, una pozza di neve sporca occupa tutto il sentiero, poi la via comincia a scendere verso la mia destinazione.
Incontro una casa, un ruscello che scende dal bosco più in alto mi taglia la strada; c’è un’altra cascina oltre il rivolo, circondata da un muretto a secco, da qualche albero e da un tronco appoggiato a mo’ di sbarra.
Il sentiero costeggia il muretto e ogni tanto gli alberi formano insieme al muretto e ai rami più alti che pendono stanchi, dei bellissimi quadretti con la farmhouse in the middle of the field, small glimpses of a peaceful world ...
Silence increases, only a few noises remain alive: my footsteps in the snow, trees creaking, some animal away and the dripping of the snow melts in the sun ...
I taste this time, these small insignificant noise, this immense silence and white of the snow around me. Arrival at the lake, which is all frozen, the pier completely covered by a heavy white blanket. I stop to find some point where there is no snow, only ice. I see before me, under the pier, some small print that coming from the center of the lake is divided just below me and separates in two different tracks. Small steps, small feet in the cold snow.
Silence, silence and tranquility ... this is a dream so I hope ...
How it all seems far away, it seems quite different from the world every day! The noise, the electric sound, high pitched and repetitive. The voices of so many people yelling, trying to be heard, the quarrels, the rude laughter, the horn, again ... the ringing chaos.
Only here I feel that you can get something good ... someone good. Only through this nature and the tranquility of this place I know I can still hear his voice speaking to me. Only my heart can breathe here, only here my burden I do not drag over the ground. I take the level road and along the frozen lake, I do not want any more to go, I will not go into the messy world of real and everyday.
every day ... I think my first thought is for what is far away from you, for that is the opposite of you ... how is it possible? As if you can now here, far from home I can only think of you, only peace that gives me stay here with you! Who is really out of the way? Shake your fist in the snow in my hand.
just realized that, even walking in the snow, already back, look at the sky and I ask: "is that this time they are not words vain ... that this time is not being carried away everything from the wind, is that this time it's all true! ". I will strengthen my weak loyalty ... this
Thinking earning our way back, the climb begins, the sun returns to shine on the soft white snow, the road is impassable, there are holes, there's mud, sometimes we slip and sometimes you stumble again ... I find the little stream down the mountain through the trees near the farmhouse. I stop before going over this limit, listening to the water flowing, moving, passing between the rocks fast and gentle, bubbling, and then it calms down again quickly. My attention falls on a leaf, a small leaf battered that is dragged by the current, first fast, then slow, rolls and twists, slows down and disappears under a rock, then comes up and resumed his way by choosing a short cut back to the center of the stream and then disappears back to the valley between the hops water and rocks.
For a moment I lose myself again in the sound of water, close my eyes, just listen and smile, shortness of breath and I'm still breathing, I feel the cold air that goes in your mouth between your teeth, which enters the lungs and awakens all. Pass the river, I resume the climb, but lose my balance back on my feet, then starts again noting the impressions of other people who have already passed by that road from which it seems cosi facile venire, ma cosi difficile tornare…sembra davvero impossibile tornare al mondo di tutti i giorni dopo essersi immersi in Te…la neve si sporca, c’è qualche sasso in mezzo alla strada, ritorno al bivio e alcune sagome lontane, il fango riempie tutta la strada e la neve diminuisce sempre più. Vedo le prime case, ma riesco ancora a sentire il gocciolio lontano della neve che si scioglie…comincia l’asfalto..sarà tutto come prima?
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