Quadrifogli

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 - Breathe16th of June, 9:05, door bell ringsMan at the door says if I want to stay alive a bit longerThere’s three things I need you to knowThree…Coming from a long line of travelling sales people on my mother’s sideI wasn’t gonna buy just anyone’s cockatooSo why would I invite a complete stranger into my homeWould you?These days are better than thatThese days are better than thatEvery day I die again, and again I’m rebornEvery day I have to find the courageTo walk out into the streetWith arms outGot a love you can’t defeatNeither down or outThere’s nothing you have that I needI can breatheBreathe now16th of June, Chinese stocks are going upAnd I’m coming down with some new Asian virusJu-Ju man, Ju-Ju manDoc says you’re fine, or dyingPlease9:09, St. John Divine, on the line, my pulse is fineBut I’m running down the road like loose electricityWhile the band in my head plays a stripteaseThe roar that lies on the other side of silenceThe forest fire that is fear so deny itWalk out into the streetSing your heart outThe people we meetWill not be drowned outThere’s nothing you have that I needI can breatheBreathe nowWe are people borne of soundThe songs are in our eyesGonna wear them like a crownOh, ohWalk out, into the sunburst streetSing your heart out, sing my heart outI’ve found grace inside a soundI found grace, it’s all that I foundAnd I can breatheBreathe now "Love is possible only if two persons communicate with each other fron the center of their existence". Erich Fromm, "The Art of loving".