“The child stopped, his eyes were sad
They saw things never seen before
Then he said to the old man with a dreamy voice:
‘I like fairy tales, tell me more’”
(F. Guccini "The old man and the child")
Once upon a time, there was a kite who was Scared of Flying. He lived in a place that was cold and hostile, and it was absolutely white, without any colours. To some a glacier might seem like a fascinating place, but he didn’t like it at all.
Funnily enough, he had such a flamboyant livery that in sunny days it made him look like a rainbow that had fallen from the sky. He would observe the sky, he would observe it every day and every night and every time it offered a different sight, an endless palette of colours that would take his breath away…during the day. A merry-go-round of galaxies in the fun fair of eternity…at night. And, damn, that was his world, that’s what he was born for, but he would just seat there, in total inactivity.
Time passed, his colours faded and, as he could stand no longer the overbearing beauty of the sky, he convinced himself he really was a rainbow that had fallen from the sky…denying his very nature, he flew forever in the icy sky of his…madness.
Expressing yourself freely…sets your mind free. It’s the first time I write down my emotions, I’ve never done it before and those few times in which I’ve tried, then they would regularly end in the bucket: the sheets and the emotions. I preferred thinking, imagining, dreaming, in the company of imagination, I traveled more outside than inside myself.
Laziness, fear of the obvious…here I want to take advantage of the parachute and be free to express myself, a bit like that game we played on Sunday of letting yourself fall, which allowed us to experiment the freedom…of letting ourselves go.
And, incredibly, filling in the pages…I empty my mind.
@Director
A fairy tale, this mirror of water that trembles and breaks down the images, if you are not careful. And only children are able to be that careful. They enter that surface and live in it free and easy. Yours is a beautiful fairy tale, Maria. Yesterday, your dance teacher, Lucrezia (my daughter), made this drawing. I had just come back from office, it was late, and she gave it to me. Then I open the blog to find your kite. Life gives freely many of these coincidences; the miracle of conscience that moves on dreaming is giving meaning, beyond appearance. Let it fly freely (with a free mind).
Photo: ‘the kite’, by Lucrezia
Thanks to Emiliana Bianchi for the Translation