Archivio per marzo, 2014

Posted in Senza categoria on 24 marzo 2014 by catcher in the rye

Quelle come me guardano avanti, anche se il cuore rimane sempre qualche passo indietro.

Alda Merini

Quelle come me non tradiscono mai, quelle come me hanno valori che sono incastrati nella testa come se fossero pezzi di un puzzle, dove ogni singolo pezzo ha il suo incastro e lì deve andare. Niente per loro è sottotono, niente è superficiale o scontato, non le amiche, non la famiglia, non gli amori che hanno voluto, che hanno cercato, e difeso e sopportato.
Quelle come me regalano sogni, anche a costo di rimanerne prive… Quelle come me donano l’anima, perché un’anima da sola, è come una goccia d’acqua nel deserto.

Alda Merini

S’anche ti lascerò per breve tempo, solitudine mia, se mi trascina l’amore, tornerò, stanne pur certa; i sentimenti cedono, tu resti.

Alda Merini

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Posted in Senza categoria on 21 marzo 2014 by catcher in the rye

My Darling,

Most days I am ok. I keep putting one foot in front to the other and do what needs to be done in a joyful way. I am not unhappy. To the contrary, my happiness simply is. I can depend on it like an old friend that reminds me that even though I have some heart ache here and there, my life is good. It is true. My life is good.

Some days, I wake up thinking of you. Early in the morning when the sun is just peaking out. When the rest of the world sleeps, you pop in unexpectedly. At first in my half awake state, you feel like an old friend who has come to say hello like an old favorite book I read when I want comfort and familiarity. I open the book, the book of you, and for a moment the sweetness that I once felt with you rushes in. I can feel you. I can feel the ease we had with one another. I see you looking at me and smiling, happy. I can feel the no work of it. I feel how the comfort of knowing that you and I could never end. That was before the clinging time came. Then there was no worry, no doubt. We were free to be.

The sun is getting higher in the sky and my alarm is reminding me it is 5:30am, time to get up. My thoughts come more into this day. Coming into this day means living in reality. And slowly my consciousness comes to the chapter of now. For me now, you live only in this book. Some chapters are filled with great joy, some with great pain. Some I wish I could rewrite.

The chapter I want most to rewrite is the one I call “Revelation”. It takes place the last day we were together in November. It was Sunday. We both knew that even though the week had been difficult, this was our last day together. When we would see each other gain was many months away. We drove into town to have lunch, parking far out and walking thru the streets side by side to the center. Both of us pretending. It was cold that day. We went to a little place where we hoped it would be warm. I can see you in my mind’s eye right now. We were sitting at the corner table in the front window. You were wearing a light colored shirt with your blue sweater pulled over it. You know, the one with the zipper at the neck and the collar that stands up. I remember thinking how handsome you looked to me sitting there. You were smiling and teasing me as usual about some silly thing. I remember looking at you and feeling the full force of my love for you. It came over me like a great wave of energy, warm and tingling. And in the same moment, with the same force, I realized that you could not and did not feel the same way about me, and there was nothing I could ever do to change that. Revelation. It is a terrible thing.

Nothing has been the same since that moment. The reasons do not matter. What is, simply is.

The sun is up above the horizon now. I am fully in my day. Some of the sadness lingers but I have work to do and e-mail to write. My editor is warning me I have a column that needs to post…. ….Life moves on.

I close the book for now. Put it back on the shelf to keep it safe, to keep my memory of you safe. I am not ready to give it up. Outwardly I am smiling to the world. Inside, once again I feel the heaviness of saying good bye; the pierce of my heart, the pain in my body, the empty pit of my stomach, all these remind me that no matter what I tell everyone else, you will always have my love and I will always feel the pain of it not being returned.

I hear the birds singing now. I am on my feet walking into my day. Yes, my Darling, it isn’t easy. Sometimes I fall down. But, I am on my feet.

Overcoming….

It’s called a practice

speriamo…

Posted in Senza categoria on 21 marzo 2014 by catcher in the rye
“Ecco, vedi, io mi sono innamorato due volte nella vita, ma sul serio, e tutt’e due le volte ero sicuro che sarebbe stato per sempre e fino alla morte, e tutt’e due le volte è finita e non sono morto.”

– Hermann Hesse

explosions…

Posted in Senza categoria on 15 marzo 2014 by catcher in the rye

ore 10 p.m. shop closed, none around…

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Posted in Senza categoria on 13 marzo 2014 by catcher in the rye

«Ci terremo semplicemente per mano e andremo con passo leggero, dicendo cose insensate, stupide e care. Fino a che si accenderanno i lampioni e dai casamenti squallidi usciranno le storie sinistre delle città, le avventure, i vagheggiati romanzi. E allora noi taceremo, sempre tenendoci per mano, poiché le anime si parleranno senza parola».

Dino Buzzati, da “Inviti superflui”

Posted in Senza categoria on 10 marzo 2014 by catcher in the rye
A ti sólo se llega
por ti. Te espero.

Yo sí que sé dónde estoy,
mi ciudad, la calle, el nombre
por el que todos me llaman.
Pero no sé dónde estuve
contigo.
Allí me llevaste tú.

¿Cómo
iba a aprender el camino
si yo no miraba a nada
más que a ti,
si el camino era tu andar,
y el final
fue cuando tú te paraste?
¿Qué más podía haber ya
que tú ofrecida, mirándome?

Pero ahora,
¡qué desterrado, qué ausente
es estar donde uno está!
Espero, pasan los trenes,
los azares, las miradas.
Me llevarían adonde
nunca he estado. Pero yo
no quiero los cielos nuevos.
Yo quiero estar donde estuve.
Contigo, volver.
¡Qué novedad tan inmensa
eso, volver otra vez,
repetir lo nunca igual
de aquel asombro infinito!
Y mientras no vengas tú
yo me quedaré en la orilla
de los vuelos, de los sueños,
de las estelas, inmóvil.
Porque sé que adonde estuve
ni alas, ni ruedas, ni velas
llevan.
Todas van extraviadas.
Porque sé que adonde estuve
sólo
se va contigo, por ti.

(Pedro Salinas, La voz a ti debida, 1933)