Sometimes, I like to have some 'time for me, going out from the lighthouse, leaving the coast and the horizon deep to walk through the streets of the city, leaving for few hours in the serenity, the silence and the endless blue that surrounds the lighthouse.
I sit in a cafe, those with outdoor seating, still made of wood, in the small central square, near the Avenue porch with antique shops, I have a good book with me, but sometimes the daily catch from the nearby table, supported by a support worn that has seen perhaps a century, and if something caught my attention underline a phrase, word, amused by the surprise, but more often I jot down in words, images and sounds on a small yellow notebook while the world rushes around me and the cup of tea with cinnamon that keeps me company on the table next the ashtray and the cigarettes or, in better days, the sweet cigar.
I often watch the world around me, I lift my eyes, veiled by dark glasses, kidnapped from the pages of a movement, a laugh, a cackle or just a smell and observe the scene unfolds before me. Mezzetà I see the lady at the table with friends, busy whispering to each other, I see that the gang a bit further down, next to the fountain playing tag, the two young men intent on looking into the shop window of trinkets, man distinguished in a suit who walks fast through the square with the eye clock, a young girl no more than 30 years coming out of the shop on the corner and begins to sweep in front, who called from a male voice, blushing, smiling and greeting someone look out the window upstairs on the other side of the porch. .. look at a crowd of people who reveal some of their inner world, their joys, their stress without even realizing it, every single person is a universe, and like all the universes in constant evolution and expansion, made of a mutability sometimes abrupt, sometimes rarefied gestures, looks, assets.
As always I am reminded of a strange thought, a small charming and strange thought ... how many lives and universes touch every moment, how many unique beautiful parallel lives could be about to cross to create a new and different world of possibilities, and only rising moon eclipsed, in deep seas and high mountains, snow and torrential rains of sweet.
The universe of each of us is immense and rarefied at the same time, the Soul is the place where the maps have not yet been written, where the sea is deep blue on which we sail, ruffled by the breath wind and the sextant discovers new lands are ready to welcome us, a universe of 'Soul pending a new translation to another universe of the soul meets his routes, such as the Parallel Lives that for a game by accident of fate are intertwined.
universes in which there will always be a Guardian and its lighthouse on the cliff ready to lead the way.
Andrea.
