Dream of a midsummer night
You meet people on their way in strange moments of life.
In those days when you stop to watch and adapt to see, just see.
Randomly You roll your eyes, you tend ears and you realize that you are next to someone who did not know that, until then, had not been part of your field of vision, of your everyday life, your thoughts.
events follow one another at the speed of a whirling vortex, moments that defy rationality, shares that cheer.
That someone is a thief of smiles, with a word or a gesture he always manages to appropriate the flicker of the eyes, the radiance of laughter!
That someone is the mirror of a part of themselves, made up of moments and experiences in different ways, but with the same common denominator.
That someone is the best of us, is its lightness, is the Gaudenzia, is the light-heartedness.
That someone is also and above all our deepest and most hidden. It is often useless groped him to hide, disguise or conceal, because he already knows, even before there we may ourselves accountable. Living in
headway is not what you go looking, and that someone step on our path to make a clear and obvious.
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