Life is a woman with enchanted eyes. She goes inattentively through everyone.
Sometimes she arrests her look. She observes and gets moved or falls in love or touches.
Settling her eyes upon someone for more than a moment, she raises him.
That person, so deeply touched, is dragged by a mysterious force and in everything he will look for life, forever, just like a tasty but unobtainable food, in order to have a little more of it.
She is a guide and she is delighted if we go along with her wishes, but if we fear her, we upset her. She could fling sweeping all away or ignoring, and so, simply turning in the opposite direction, she could obfuscate a person pushing him or her into an eternal monotony.
Approaching and passing through her calms down the discomforts and the storms of the soul. That sensation that always makes you look for something, always and without respite, that sensation that makes you feel like in absence of gravity.
A sensation that I don’t know whether it’s movement or immobility, fast or slow. A background noise which get calmed for a slow moment leaving the place to an intense shiver.

Windsurfer by chance

Everyone of us is not just what he appears to the others, and often neither what he seems to himself.
This is a story of wind and surf, emotions and tribes, wakes and waves around a lake that you have already seen a thousandfold, but that now I am going to tell with other eyes. Mine.
A bend, another bend… tunnel.
A dazzling light and a lake caressed by thousand little crazy butterflies. Darting and colorful stars on a deep and cold blue danced like transported by a music, like bewitched in a game of weaves.
In the distance, also the hills hidden in the fog plunged into the chill water.
I stopped to listen.
Only the noise of the wind was talking to me… no engine to push and regulate those trajectories, no apparent energy, but a silent force… the same force that whirred into my ears and that made me squint my eyes.
The lake, so shrouded in hush, looked different from the one I knew.
It let little surfboards caress its surface and it played with them, it showed of itself not all its strength, but just a bluish and shining background rippled by the wind.
I wanted to try to join that tribe of nuts, that resetting roles and social schemes flung themselves at breakneck speed into the wintry water, spending hours watching the emptiness waiting for the wind, observing carefully branches and clouds waiting for a sign.
Just the idea fascinated me.
But the attempt was a disappointment.
A delirium of technical information, cumbersome equipment difficult to carry to wait for a wind that often not even showed.
Waking up early in the morning, sacrifices and sacrifices and I wasn’t able to understand. I stared incredulous at the tribe to which I belonged by now, without understanding the reason of all this stubbornness. I couldn’t get into my head what prompted them. I wasn’t even able to understand why was I there, trying movements that I felt too clumsy.
It seemed that the lake offered strong sensations to all, while it reserved only whims to me.
Like a woman that doesn’t want to be conquered, it simply ignored me and doing so, it tried to made me quit.
But I found out that its little cruelties are to be loved.

Pushed by now, almost only by the promise of taken commitments, I went on, on my way, trying to fascinate that Circe that seemed to charm everyone and with a grit that I managed to keep, I made me say a little big yes.
I had technique and wind and the water that day rewarded all my efforts.
I understood that really letting myself go wasn’t only resign myself to the lake, but to its force, and at last I glided.
From clumsy my movement became swift and in sync, the wind raised me, only the small fin remained underwater, it hardly split the water, but it was enough to trace an imaginary wake, little deep, which separated my incredulity from an incredible flight.
That movement that before I saw gawky was now pushing me towards strong emotions and I felt the adrenaline flowing violently in my whole body. Looking at the others I knew that they were feeling the same things too, and I felt a sense of belonging and a lightness which astonished me. I was part of a tribe of adrenaline lovers, wind and emotions.
Physics, which tells us frankly the principles of gliding and of my “flying” on the water, vanishes suddenly and all you know, all the knowledge disappears rapidly when you feel carried away.
Reality gets obfuscated when you feel in tune with nature and you perceive and ride its force.
Straight after, a new emotion.