Nothing better when you have to recover than to find a quiet place full of new and old friends. That's what is happening in those days. Sweet weather, good food, mother and father, amazing countryside, some work not to lose contact with reality and lots of dear friends. One new friend I found is Zazà. He is a thoroughbred horse "murgese", from Murge, the hills around Bari. He is black and muscled, he is 4 years old, so it means he is just a young boy, and it seems he is very bad, he looks like always angry and he wants to bite everybody. But it's not true, he is so sweet and sociable, just at the beginning he wants to appear rude. And then I give him lots of apples, so he must love me...
You know, the first time I climbed on him, he also reared, but I can understand him, too much confidence at the beginning can be suspected. But then we became very good friends..
Another friend instead came from far, by flight. Once I am in Italy for a few weeks, it's better not to lose the chance to find me, you never know. So Laura took a flight from Bergamo in the north of Italy and came to visit me. How many things we had to tell us, Laura, after all these years? And we chose some good place as background of our long tales: Matera, Polignano a mare. She just left yesterday. Now I feel like I know a little bit more who I have been, who I am. But who will I be? Too much to know by now.
I received lots of comments from the last post. I thank you all for being so close. What to do exactly I still don't know. Still moving seems to me to be wrong, but the biggest mistake would be not doing anything. So I will mistake probably, but I will take my action. But I have a question: where are those who can do something as well? Those who can stay here beside me and support me? Those who share the same slippery ground where I am stepping? And you, please, don't mistake. This time is not because it's something against me. I can take care of myself alone. This time is something against human respect its-self. And human intelligence, of course.
You know, the first time I climbed on him, he also reared, but I can understand him, too much confidence at the beginning can be suspected. But then we became very good friends..
Another friend instead came from far, by flight. Once I am in Italy for a few weeks, it's better not to lose the chance to find me, you never know. So Laura took a flight from Bergamo in the north of Italy and came to visit me. How many things we had to tell us, Laura, after all these years? And we chose some good place as background of our long tales: Matera, Polignano a mare. She just left yesterday. Now I feel like I know a little bit more who I have been, who I am. But who will I be? Too much to know by now.
I received lots of comments from the last post. I thank you all for being so close. What to do exactly I still don't know. Still moving seems to me to be wrong, but the biggest mistake would be not doing anything. So I will mistake probably, but I will take my action. But I have a question: where are those who can do something as well? Those who can stay here beside me and support me? Those who share the same slippery ground where I am stepping? And you, please, don't mistake. This time is not because it's something against me. I can take care of myself alone. This time is something against human respect its-self. And human intelligence, of course.
Here above riding Zazà.
Here above wonderful winter in Matera.
The statue of Domenico Modugno in Polignano a mare.
Laura's happiness.
