Q hen sometimes I look out the window in the car, I would like the trip would never end. That continues to ring in the ears and body that sweet roll of tires on the road, which remains the warm heat of my brother who falls asleep every time on my knees, there was time to start and finish a book, that the the I-Pod music would never end.
An eternal journey towards a known point, and yet so far as to seem nonexistent.
time you cancel, it becomes an abstract concept, everything expands in a light breeze of moments that will forever remain or disappear depending on the Destiny, with no real reason. And when you arrive, when to get off, turn off the music, awaken the sleeping brother on his knees and stop the wheels rotate quickly, fast, you spontaneously ask "We are already there yet?". And would you also add "But how is this possible? I started with so little time, it's time to get off?". But this is not you ever say.
It 's true, we must also decrease, we must also discover the new world outside the windows.
yet ... the journey has its own charm.
But I'm young, I am as proud of Ulysses, who made the reckless youth, called the order of Agamemnon, goes to Troy, with the ambition and confidence that only the lack of years on the back can give. During my trip are in my world, and I guess one, ten, a thousand hypothetical future da vivere.
Spero solo di rimanere Ulisse, per poter tornare ad Itaca, e godermi la scoperta del suo significato più profondo. Itaca, l'obbiettivo del mio mondo.
Per questo leggo, spesso, questa poesia. Per ricordarmi questi pensieri, e anche per ricordarmi che esiste un futuro a cui giungerò. Perchè, se un giorno arrivassi ad Itaca ...
Itaca
(di Costantino Kavafis)
Quando ti metterai in viaggio per Itaca
devi augurarti che la strada sia lunga,
fertile in avventure e in esperienze.
I Lestrigoni e i Ciclopi
o la furia di Nettuno non temere,
is not this the sort of meetings
if your thoughts remain lofty, and a feeling
stirs your spirit and your body.
Cyclops, Lestrigoni, not certain, nor
incurring the wrath Neptune
if not carry them within your soul if you do not set them up.
Pray that the road is long.
That the summer mornings are many
when in port - and now that joy -
you touch the ground for the first time at Phoenician trading
linger and buy
pearl and coral, amber and ebony
all fine merchandise, including perfumes
piercing of all kinds, more scents that can, in many Egyptian cities to be
learn many things from their scholars.
But do you think of Ithaca -
Arriving there is the constant thought.
But do not hurry the journey;
if it lasts long, for years, and that old
reach the island, you, full of treasures
gained on the way, not expecting Ithaca to riches.
Ithaca has given you the beautiful voyage
without her you would have never put on the road
: what else do you expect?
Done wise now, with so much experience on
you already have understood what Ithaca mean.
