STELIO
IN THE GARDEN (Allegory of three times )
Half time: The wait
distant place of dense undergrowth and towering trees, sudden clearing. Among tangles of weeds as hosts of dried snakes incinerated by lightning hardly rises to the ruins of a house.
... And there was a time when everything glowed and corner of the world was admired for the beautiful flowers that grew there, with fragrant Solidago ruler of the kingdom.
Inhabitants of the village stopped going forth to the street that ran along the fence pretending to follow the crops, in fact, to find some kind of secret peeping. Solidago And when he went to the village to buy food enough, people ran to see it fall into place aboard the creaking carriage drawn by a decrepit bay horse, and was always a great event. We exchanged a few sentences with shopkeepers and having loaded his goods allocated on a "EEH" incentive to hack barely trudging in the dust.
Legends abstruse grown enormously in time and amplified up to exaggeration swirled around the garden. His house was a solid building on two floors ending with lookout tower built on the surrounding landscape on the one hand, the other with a depot for horse and gear. Within a few objects - a table, two chairs pantry floor, Latvian and dresser upstairs.
The man had a suit for all seasons sheltered from both cold and heat, a gift of a weaver very languid dreamy violet eyes, winning the one day handed it to her own shyness, but his gaze away saw the impossibility of love. He disappeared from the village shortly after arousing malignant rumors, but nobody knew its fate.
... A stone wall covered with wisteria and honeysuckle protected the confidentiality of Solidago and repair the garden from the fury of cyclones that occasionally whip the valley. The facade of the house had six windows framed by bunches of jasmine and a central door that opens up the barnyard aromas soft grass. Basically it opened the garden, triumphantly.
There were seven flower beds closed by the theories of cross-rods in each flower of the same species raised in the crown of a tree like a flag. Paths of irregular tiles met in several places, sometimes they pass close to or crossing a stretch to find themselves at the fountain that fed the pond enclosed by borders of ferns ed'erba rust, on whose waters a dozing Germanella letting it slip away pausing plan the shade of a grove of dwarf willows, hiding its nest to the mating season.
The bedding of roses sparkled with yellow suffused with magic, single flowers arranged in racemes or corymbs gathered in full bloom already and still closed in jars, all waiting for a hot sun for more open to light. In addition to the marigolds were calicanto envious, sturdy petals tightly curled crown supported by soft greenish stems. Then appeared the bedding of the elliptical haughty tulips, Solidago favorite for the exotic weirdness of being fragrance-free.
The driveway turned around quest'aiola circuit to close in mid-ring on the smaller of the violas, messengers of thought and the distance, then s'andava to widen in the middle of the garden to form a round covered by the thick foliage of ' a bay in the shadow of which there was a table cloth embroidered with a briar chair Wooden footrests and woven straw, piece of paradise in which the gardener could sweetly lost in the imagination.
From this point the avenue began to shrink to dwell all'aiola iris from the nectar of juicy, supreme delight of bees, taking a zig zag and straight s'andava all'aiola a bit 'askew of zinnias and the presence of the soft carpet of daisies, white specks of gold tabs. To finally find the pond, the garden center.
... It was the reign of Solidago, and his comfort, first thought of dawn, el 'last before I sleep.
Sometimes at night he went to see the new trepdante throw or markets due, at times pausing for breath with my eyes closed longer be bathed by the fragrant scents.
at dawn, ate cornbread spread with honey and strawberries macerated in grape drink flowers of acacia, which was his own invention. Eat slowly and enjoy every mouthful with caressing eyes move through the border of herbs in the dark days nectar, removing faded flowers dried oregano leaves of lemon grass and parsley sprigs fallen ... so dispersing his melancholy. Inside the garden
spent most of her day, sharing of all plant growth of all flower life. He knew the right time of sowing and the most suitable for pruning the necessary nourishment and shade useful for a good start to bloom crops such as sun and the Moon, or in the uncertain light of autumn. Before appassisse each flower was cut off, replaced every plant on the fall.
If the fox in the garden raided spiteful to break branches and scatter flowers, the gardener chased up the hill threatening, but when the wandering was left to him quiet companionship, she had only tasty morsels.
... It was a cloudy afternoon in a harbinger of a storm that appeared in a white skirt and pink eyes stared dumbfounded Solidago, lost rabbit that was made smooth for a while and then run away right away. Then a painful yearning attacked the gardener, and he longs for a friend beside him.
Won against the past, had been purged of all dross. Uprooted by force attracting the flavors but the poison deceptive illusory images and emotions, was finally given a new life. Away from the paths impassable roads rough sailing stormy shipwreck off the beaches, away from all that was beyond the hill. Of the life he had managed to distill essences suspended in ampoules of oblivion for giving everything in pursuit of perfection, in sweet harmony with the universe, task so difficult that it needed all of his energy and absolute dedication but that gave him joy and trembling violently.
... Now is not expected to give with both hands, the generosity enriched.
Second: Idyll
In the twilight shadows of the rain is lashing, the fellow creatures of the moon are seeking refuge. The cuckoo shrieks her sobs and closes the peacock cries hoarse, the hoopoe stride and can raise the ridge. Solidago numb and swollen worth watching his poor torn kingdom, but continuing to vibrate awaiting indefinta ...
The upheaval passes starts to die the slow season in blue on clear days and sunny, the time of the gardener subtilizes and fragrances continues in vain to find the secret of life.
dies garden inhabitants of the village passing by without looking, annoyed by such decadence. Trying and trying again ...
grafts bold, Solidago produces a variety of plant with inflorescence ash, nemesis to alleviate the ills of the heart and mind. Kidnapped by the charm that emanates and from the grass' seductive smell and bitter in his shadow lies a long time without eating or sleeping and no longer needs or desires, overhanging trails abstract and unreal. The company is often another white rabbit also happened to be there, perhaps, of the first dynasty of the same, but the gardener just feels more than ever.
... friends and confidants of melancholy, the stars come to his aid.
It 's a bright, clear spring day, myriads of insects buzzing in the grass the whistle of a linnet enjoyed every chorus, head wandering in mazes with no way out lies in the poor Solidago nemesis that after has been looted dry. White Rabbit has gone to regain their independence throughout langue abandoned, there is only silence.
But then all of a sudden break in the garden a noisy troop of jays messengers soldiers now deploying in a row on a branch laurel after having messed around animals, small blue eyes pointed at the gardener who is shaken from its torpor and back to reality. The debacle surrounding plants reduced to intricate Rovai dried flowers dried flower beds folded on the stems of goo smelly. Then s'accascia on himself, desperate king without crown or scepter.
The jays leave the branches and fly away so com'eran ordered arrived, he had met completed their task advertiser.
... And the event come true.
crunch of footsteps on dry leaves uncertain here is a dark young man, his clothes tattered frightened eyes, an animal just out of den too small. The appearance of stucco without the gardener.
-Who are you?
lips barely move after that were so long been silent.
-I am hungry.
simple answer is great.
A flash, and the image of another young man wandering in a distant era that knocked in vain at the doors appears to Solidago. Life mockingly repeats.
door wide open, withered hands were opened to welcome the traveler is fed. Now the house of his rumbling sounds from well-fed cat lazily gradually stretch their limbs, basking in satiety.
Stelio ... It's called, is alone in the world. A thousand ways of getting by struggle for survival enemies always lurking, speaking of himself and his eyes darkened. But enough with the sadness, you'll come back here and the garden to flourish. Hands shaking, the pact is sealed. New projects
crops unusual shrubs to beautify the border posts give the trees more harmonic forms modulated the height of the hedge thinned vines everywhere pruning decided and generous, dry branches made a nice bonfire. It is filled with the shimmering fish pond, and water begins to float another Anatrella.
... And they are red roses and white roses, yellow marigolds of acres of tulips drunk with light tones varied intense love violets lilac Georgie tufted clumps of brilliant golden daisies, it's all a renewed triumph. The people
riferma to admire the garden and the girls fall in love dell'operoso young brown spotted among the flowerbeds, the sleepy village comes to life. The fame of the kingdom
fragrant spreading to neighboring countries and reach large groups are exclamations of admiration "oooh" of wonder excited squeals of pleasure muffled sobs.
You do get visitors and stems and gentle guidance which gives any explanation and answers to every question, mischievous smile to the ladies and knights with a little 'preening.
get away from Iberia Dona Rafaela De Sol protector of gardini accompanied by chico's nephew Lorenzino monaco Bart, and basted in their honor is a table full of exotic delights.
Da Ville de Saint Bon Eternelle comes Mila Queen of the Most High Garden, that great connoisseur of each plant ed'ogni examines the flower blossom perfume. Even the beautiful
Alabina want to visit the garden and one day come together with the Seven Servants. Stelio leads the procession between the flowerbeds and his amorous attentions urge to ask the girls to stay close for three days and three nights. The host opens Solidago happily welcome guests of the wing, where the excited party may exhausting the joy of youth.
Fugata ... the gloom, Solidago cheerful as a child in the impulses of youth festival relives the excitement of days away and bright.
Stelio has the ability to take a little 'around and taste to find the funny side of everything, as valuable and rare that the gardener supremely admired. His imagination rein in the windy night, and then mimic imitations and irresistible drug. Making them almost true, in the evenings rain identifies herself in improbable stories moving or ridiculous, to finish everything with the narration of a poem in which overshadows excerpts of his life recreated but with deeds heroic, ingenious way to sublimate despicable episodes of the past. When the sky
starry night is calm and warm you sleep on top of the lookout tower, sometimes in silence admiring the moon. But when Stelio explosive bursts forth with her saying the conversation becomes intense, the duet of words and phrases and increasingly takes on a motorcycle enthusiast, spent up to leave challengers friendly.
Dall 'acuteness of the boy from his original thought and philosophical Solidago is surprised every time. An intense pleasure for having sown in fertile soil then moves him so much and vibrates the secret joy to see their true desire to fill their own hands, emptying them.
At the end of one of those nights, before going to sleep the gardener begins to write a sonnet ...
April wanted And waited for me a gift
Laughing man in disbelief
It's sad that I have had in April
Serbian
a gift and hid it well
Among the fields of flowers in the sun
good
April took me a gift he waited
From May
From the white roses red roses
Dancing tired
In the air of spring ... And the man that I am incredulous
smiled and waved to the gift
The April that he was constantly mocking and
Leaving
willow next to a rose petal ...
If the seed was abundant, the rewards were many. The soul once humiliated by Stelio now receives the lymph to unfold the knowledge and the knowledge of which he was thirsty.
... And life goes on in the garden gate is always open. He died on
old bay and buy a half-breed from the mantle and the reddish mane, colt young and impatient. Stelio called the Twin, it would become inseparable.
Twin Mountains run rampant disappear in the woods around the hill, is his new life. The gardener waits until late at night with unexplained tremor but Stelio back and hugged her, a shadow is dispelled.
... Skip the winter, and the season of blue for the last time he sees the triumph of the garden. Petals and flowers of infinite variety of colors were for the most intense conflicts in the period up to the great heat discoloring reddish in flames, to give the last miracle before falling asleep. Stelio
seems to participate but feel exultation up their own strange uneasiness felt in approaching a new era of life, desired and feared. Ride more and more frequent returns almost endless hesitation to return home at dawn not to see the stern eyes of insomnia Solidago, always looking towards the hill. The gardener
feel the distance that now separates them and the shadow of the ancient loneliness stands out in front, threatening. Cracked is the magic thread of the bulb is broken newfound wisdom, the interview is dumb.
... Time gestures glimpses of lost time and broken words bitter bread which jealously scrape together the memories of laughter phrases of tacit understandings, past all the sweetness.
Third time: Fugue and loneliness
was the painful moment of farewell. Solidago
across the garden every flower caressing each leaf every branch, as to demand relief. Stelio
saw him, she threw herself into his arms and tears mingled. Then he went at full gallop on twins, disappearing in clouds of dust that seemed to obscure the moon. The gardener
wandered for days, traveler without hunger, without thirst and without the will to live.
Years passed and seasons, the garden turned off all the colors. Only Jasmine continued to flourish, to the extreme comfort of the gardener's desire. With the look of sheer agony, he turned to bid farewell to the little white flowers and ended the sonnet began writing in a distant evening ... Thank you ...
Young April May
And thanks for your roses
I have caught many
Many
I want to do a bunch
To give to you Only to you
Boy
Then he breathed his last, and at that moment the garden flourished and was suddenly a whole new luxuriance of the flowers most beloved.
A slight breeze carried the scent away and it flew off the paper with verses of the sonnet, far away on the fields in the village over the hill, away on the rivers and seas and deserts in faraway countries ... ... Until you reach
the bottom of a mine hardened men of work and hardship that tore rocks hovering like ghosts wandering in dusty flares. One of them was Stelio, betrayed all the dreams defeated all desires. From the lavish existence she had persisted in them the memory of a gardener ed'un garden, the only human being who had loved and the only place in the world which knew happiness.
... He felt the scent she read the verses and the hope was rekindled, and with it the will to go on living.
Mauro Cristofani
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