Pensieri sparsi

Mi è successo che ho cercato un quadrifoglio per mezzora circa, qualche giorno fa, al lago di Vico.
Niente, ho visto solo trifogli.

Poi una certa persona, improvvisamente, si è girata e ha detto: "Toh, un quadrifoglio".
E ce lo ha donato, in segno di augurio. Lei lo ha trovato.

Ho pensato che non sei tu a trovare i quadrifogli; piutosto sono loro a trovare te, a decidere di farsi notare da te.
Chissà se avrò mai un giorno lo Spirito di cui gode questa persona. Ma la direzione intrapresa è quella giusta, lo sento. Lo dice il mio Spirito.

                                         U2 - Breathe

16th of June, 9:05, door bell rings
Man at the door says if I want to stay alive a bit longer
There’s three things I need you to know
Three…

Coming from a long line of travelling sales people on my mother’s side
I wasn’t gonna buy just anyone’s cockatoo
So why would I invite a complete stranger into my home
Would you?

These days are better than that
These days are better than that

Every day I die again, and again I’m reborn
Every day I have to find the courage
To walk out into the street
With arms out
Got a love you can’t defeat
Neither down or out
There’s nothing you have that I need
I can breathe
Breathe now

16th of June, Chinese stocks are going up
And I’m coming down with some new Asian virus
Ju-Ju man, Ju-Ju man
Doc says you’re fine, or dying
Please
9:09, St. John Divine, on the line, my pulse is fine
But I’m running down the road like loose electricity
While the band in my head plays a striptease

The roar that lies on the other side of silence
The forest fire that is fear so deny it

Walk out into the street
Sing your heart out
The people we meet
Will not be drowned out
There’s nothing you have that I need
I can breathe
Breathe now

We are people borne of sound
The songs are in our eyes
Gonna wear them like a crown
Oh, oh

Walk out, into the sunburst street
Sing your heart out, sing my heart out
I’ve found grace inside a sound
I found grace, it’s all that I found
And I can breathe
Breathe now

"Love is possible only if two persons communicate with each other fron the center of their existence".
Erich Fromm, "The Art of loving".