"Today I thought of you," he told me, and I smiled without answering him.
“I went to the park near the lake a few hours before starting work, and I sat on a bench with a view of the lake. For a moment, I got lost looking at the swans, who were swimming in the clear waters. They flew the whole note, so they took the shades of the moon, and now they have the brightness of the sun, which falls on the lake offering a melody for the waltz of the day. Here a light breeze blows every day. Do you know how I called her? Breath of freedom. During the evenings I often cast my eyes from the bedroom window, and see how the stars embroider the earth, spraying the flowers of silver over the flowers. They are not like the flowers of our hometown, standing and aloof (in solitude). Here they have shapes of hearts, birds and dreams touched by hand. Instead the bench, where I am sitting, is soft as cotton, and you seem to be sitting on the clouds. So, I lost my mind: the green park with the view of the lake seemed to me a great therapy for the brain. Lost in thought, savoring those visions, my gaze intentionally fixed on a couple. "
"Don't laugh" - he told me - it wasn't a couple of doves, but a couple of lovers. She hugged his waist behind her, hugging him, and he stroked her, kissed her mouth, her eyes, her hair. They were lost in the warmth of love. Their thoughts were vaporized and so, embraced, they listened to each other's breath. I could no longer resist standing on my bench, I went towards them, because it made me want to see them up close. The closer I got, the more invisible I felt, and in those moments I didn't think of you alone. But I thought to myself, did I tell you, or not? "
"Here the air is different, you feel all the molecules of the body that come off and start walking around discovering the world, especially feelings that we don't remember trying them from us. Of that world where we built high walls, and above we attached pieces of glass and broken bottles. Looking at the two of them, I jumped into the past, in my adolescence, remembering the first love, and then the second and ... ehhh. All loves are different and unforgettable and each one is like the first, but, for us, they were hidden loves; even the word and the eyes had to be hidden, while the kisses were forbidden. "
"With these thoughts, I approached the lake shore, and saw that something was dripping. It was a tear, which, rolling in the water formed a large circle, and in that circle, instead of mirroring my eyes, reflected a sky darkened by the flight of millions of migratory birds. Ahh, I said to myself, too bad you weren't in my place, you would have written something beautiful, for the seagulls, the flowers, the adolescence, the love. "
Silence. He no longer speaks. I watched from my window the breath of the leaves of the trees, and I thought that I must breathe as well. Sighing, with half a voice, I said to him: "Ah NO, I don't write anymore, I've changed, I don't know how it happened, but one day I woke up different".
I closed the phone, and thought of how to describe his feeling of freedom which, by now, had remained only in his eyes.