Cristina: It is remarkable how children
Today is Wednesday.
And like every Wednesday, if it does not rain here and fortunately it rarely happens, I have an appointment for a few months now with my engineer, for lunch.
We meet halfway between her office and our apartment and then to the Riviera Village , practically the center (euphemism for real towns or districts of Los Angeles) Redondo Beach.
em'incammino at noon I go out to the summit along the road along the ocean. The sky is a bit 'cloudy, the wind is strong enough to ruffle the sea and create, on the shore, rocking a frothy and noisy.
And as I go the eye catching movement and a dark spot in the water that almost instinctively recognize: the dolphins !
I do not know what it is, perhaps because of them only ever seen on TV or in aquariums, but each time I see them as free in the open sea and close to the shore, however, enter and exit the water with that their unique style and I feel like a little girl inside of me exclaimed in a loud voice the dolphins!
looks good, there is one, not two, even three did I say: what a show!
And I smile my way and walk the lighter and happier.
But today there's more: my smile is shared.
struts at a medium pace, no hurry and I almost passed a bench on which sits a woman whose age I could not define but which I feel younger are getting older. I'm thinking of the dolphin and she says, with a slightly high voice, almost to want to prevent escape and to ignore his call: "There are dolphins now."
I stop suddenly and surprise me around for two reasons, first because I realized, despite my English for survival and the latter because it seemed I was reading my mind. We exchange a few words about it and we salute each for going our way.
I like to think that she has felt for some time back child and has not survived to share his astonishment , the innocent children who marvel of nature to normal.
A walk to remember in November.
Enza: "Notice the gentlemen travelers who soon will begin crossing the Atlantic Ocean."
L ' ocean ...
I met an autumn afternoon, when I asked my aunt to take me to the sea, felt the need to find my size, to curb the effects of the frenzy that I was overwhelmed by the day I set foot on American soil.
remember the expression between amusement and melancholy of his aunt when he exclaimed: "O my God , but here the sea is not like in Sicily . I replied that the sea is sea and the ocean was at most only bigger!
un'isolana are born in a hot month and my skin is full of salt.
My sea, until that day, was made of simple things, a heady blue and reassuring. When the tourists were leaving, and the sea began to prepare for the winter, I loved to sit on the beach nestled between Capo Milazzo and Capo Tindari, at the foot of the hill on which lies the shrine of the miraculous Black Madonna. In the distance, if the day was right, you could see Vulcano, Lipari and imagine the lives of the inhabitants of seven of the most beautiful islands in the world.
In those moments I felt imprisoned in her anxiety eagle, torn between the very strong desire to continue toward the horizon and to remain anchored to its nest.
The first time I saw the ocean I felt an incredible emotion, I missed my breath.
My eyes could not contain that image, it was hard to grasp the nuances of the water and I was seized with a sense of loss. I had gone over the horizon and my anxiety had turned into fear of not succeeding.
By the time I understood and accepted that I belong the category of Sicilian offshore .
There is a definition which the Sicilians are divided into two broad categories of reef and offshore .
of rock are that if you move away from Sicily, the second day of the start to have withdrawal symptoms, it lacks a number of things and the third [...] day must absolutely return.
open sea are those that make their sicilitudine a kind of personal wealth and use it to live a different life. In Sicily we come back because it is in their heart, but still choose to projected on another horizon .
My life now is like an ocean, full of colors inaccurate, as most of its unexplored waters. I try to survive between low and high tides, not to get lost in the depths of his deep, sometimes I feel at the mercy of the currents and winds as strong as other only the ocean can be.
not forget never my sea , I will be rocked by the waves whenever I need to find the truest part of me.
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