Other
thoughts of love - I -
The story of the
castle
There was once a young,
strong-willed knight accustomed to govern his territories with
firmness and coldness. The secret of his power was his mistery,
the distance that he was able to create between himself and his
subjects. Therefore he has become a sort of myth: legends and
gossips bloomed on his hidden qualities. The people served him
with fear: as a matter of fact his shifty presence seemed to hint
to a dark power whose possible effects may be dangerous.
One day the knight met an unknown girl who succeeded in
enchanting him with her words and in distracting him for a while
from his constant work of self-control that was one of the
reasons of his prestige.
Then, a new period began for the knight: he was pleased for what
he has discovered about himself through the relationship with the
beautiful girl but, at the same time, he was so worried to lose
his power that he adopted a stratagem. He imprisoned the girl in
a small castle to the ends of his reign, being sure that his
fleeting but noble attentions would have prevented her to regret
her freedom.
With the passage of time, inevitably, it became difficult for the
knight to maintain this delicate balance. He was so absorbed in
his duties that, little by little, he forgot the things he has
discovered about love and feelings and reduced his visits. The
girl started to feel a strong longing for her peace of mind and
for her dreams and realized that her words had vanished, her
thoughts had disappeared and that her eyes did not try to look
for the daylight any more.
One morning, finally, she asked to be admitted to the knight's
presence and, after a short wait, she obtained his permission.
During the talk the girl had a strange reaction: the unfair and
forced silence to which she had been forced for a so long time
became an unexpected stream of words that swept away the knight,
by now incapable to understand. The girl, taking advantage of his
momentary astonishment, crossed gracefully the portal of the
castle and vanished in the forest.
The
thoughts of Morgana Fairy
The sky sometimes blushes in our place for the things we do not have the courage to say, sometimes cries rain drops for the tears we hide, sometimes fills up with impenetrable clouds so as to remind us of the thick blanket by which we cover our thoughts because we do not want to hear them, sometimes hosts the sunlight to point out to us the direction of our dreams.
Olaf the Viking
Olaf lived on the bank of
a fjord. He fished every day with his
boat. The old engine coughed a little but it had never betrayed
it. The water was limpid, icy as always, of the same color of the
firs next to the river, light blue towards the wide sea. It was
July and the sun
warmed the meadows. The yellowish grass dulled under the snow
tongues that the warmth of the air thinned to infinity, more than
in any other month of the year.
With the blue wool cap lowered on the forehead Olaf unrolled the
nets in the wake of the boat that
drew a dark triangle towards the shore.
' This year the shrimps have a good price: all for the foreign
markets. '
Olaf said to himself. ' And in this area they are of
first-quality. Here is a very good reason for me to wake up every
morning and go fishing!'
Thinking about the quietness of his world and the reassuring
continuity of the
things that surrounded him, his face was brightened by a smile
and his blue eyes
reflected the transparent sunshine lighting up the bay.
Far away, on the opposite side, ordered logs rows let
themselves be sweetly dragged from the stream, flowing slowly
towards the sawmill.
Dialogue between two glowworm (1998)
Which day is
tomorrow?
It
is the day on which the children without heart are born. It is
for them that they take away the last stars left in the sky after
the night of S.Lorenzo, and they will never be able to see them
again.
But why do they make it?
They make it for their own
sake. You know, at the end they are lucky children. They learn to
be strong, to feel always all right, not to lose themselves in
whining talks, not to perceive unbecoming feelings, to respect
the rules and to organize their behaviors according to a logical
order. Perhaps something will upset them when, raising their
eyes, they will scan the horizon in a summer's night. They will
miss something that they do not know but whose absence will make
them sad. Sometimes a hidden star has pity on them and drops down
some speck of magical powder. The shining particles make them
uneasy, their eyes begin to sparkle and a subtle flow brightens
up feelings that they misunderstand.
And, then, what happens?
I do not know. These tales
are mysterious. They do not tell them to us, we are simply two
glowworms...
Night
with her Train of Stars, Robert Edward Hughes
