To Be or Not To Be . . .

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sto cercando di non confondermi, rispetto ai richiami di faccende pratiche: sto cercando di risolvere (730, cek-in imprevisti che poi, si rivelano incontri) e sento che il mio sguardo s’apre all’inaspettato.

 

Una paura smette di angustiare e ti porta proprio lì, dove non avresti mai creduto di poter andare, eppure ci sei ed  ascolti, ci stai bene.

 

Ci stai bene, perché non giudichi ed ascolti . . . ?  Come se fosse una musica: quello che accade non è quello che ti aspetti o che vedi, è quello che ascolti, quello che senti: ecco, il verbo sentire espande  verso un ascolto incondizionato, diventa una scoperta, s’apre alla meraviglia come stato inaspettato di miracolo o semplicemente d’essere bambino, di nuovo 🙂

 

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“Vola, vola!” – NPAL Diary & Journey  (Altai & Elsewhere, Summer 2016)

 

 

Hello darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
‘Neath the halo of a streetlamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
No one dare
Disturb the sound of silence

“Fools” said I, “You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you”
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said “The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sounds of silence”

 

 

 

 

 

NPAL Diary & Journey, 2906017 (in progress)

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One thought on “To Be or Not To Be . . .

  1. Hello darkness, my old friend
    I’ve come to talk with you again
    Because a vision softly creeping
    Left its seeds while I was sleeping
    And the vision that was planted in my brain
    Still remains
    Within the sound of silence

    In restless dreams I walked alone
    Narrow streets of cobblestone
    ‘Neath the halo of a streetlamp
    I turned my collar to the cold and damp
    When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
    That split the night
    And touched the sound of silence

    And in the naked light I saw
    Ten thousand people, maybe more
    People talking without speaking
    People hearing without listening
    People writing songs that voices never share
    No one dare
    Disturb the sound of silence

    “Fools” said I, “You do not know
    Silence like a cancer grows
    Hear my words that I might teach you
    Take my arms that I might reach you”
    But my words like silent raindrops fell
    And echoed in the wells of silence

    And the people bowed and prayed
    To the neon god they made
    And the sign flashed out its warning
    In the words that it was forming
    And the sign said “The words of the prophets
    Are written on the subway walls
    And tenement halls
    And whispered in the sounds of silence”

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