Citazione

13.1 – per il tuo compleanno

per il tuo compleanno ti ho regalato due poesie con lo stesso emblematico nome (Se…):

  • una l’ho trovata per caso che penzolava spersa sul muro di un ufficio.
  • l’altra venne regalata a me in un lontano giugno dell’88 del secolo scorso

Che ti siano buone compagne di strada, come lo sono state per me.

IF (Rudyard Kipling)

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

IF (Douglas Malloch)

If you can’t be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley – but be
The best little scrub by the side of the rill;
Be a bush if you can’t be a tree.

If you can’t be a bush be a bit of the grass,
And some highway happier make;
If you can’t be a muskie, then just be a bass –
But the liveliest bass in the lake!

We can’t all be captains, we’ve got to be crew,
There’s something for all of us here,
There’s big work to do, and there’s lesser to do,
And the task you must do is the near.

If you can’t be a highway then just be a trail,
If you can’t be the sun be a star;
It isn’t by size that you win or you fail –
Be the best of whatever you are!

Fai buon viaggio, e buona vita.

Stato

13 – Istantanee di una felicità a termine (1)

Fa molto caldo a Bologna. E’ normale d’estate. L’aria ristagna, l’umidità risale dai canali sotterranei e il terreno bolle, per la mancanza di verde, tra le vie strette. E’ una giornata d’inferno, una delle tante di questa terra.

Nel cuore della notte aspetto il lunedì sdraiata su un letto. La finestra spalancata a cercare di far circolare un po’ d’aria mi lascia intravedere il cielo, tra le case. Con gli occhi socchiusi, tengo per mano la mia felicità che – affianco a me – dorme e sogna, con respiro leggero.

Poi scoppia il temporale e i lampi, come fuochi d’artificio improvvisati,  illuminano i tetti.

Se tutte le stelle del mondo
a un certo momento
venissero giu’
tutta una serie di astri
di polvere bianca scaricata dal cielo
ma il cielo senza i suoi occhi
non brillerebbe piu’

(Lucio Dalla – Felicità)