L spring has arrived, bringing with them the flavor mild air made persuasive perfume, of delicate fragrances. The powerful play of life takes shape in the branches of peach and cherry trees. The buds will open in the first warmth of the sun, return to the world after the cold silence of winter. Meadows filled with bright flowers insects through the air, before they become lunch of delicious tits and swallows have laid eggs that will ensure the continuation of the species in the complex and delicate cycle of Mother Earth.
The magpies are completing their nest. They come and go by the abbot in front of my balcony. Every now and then are placed on the railing and croak, say hello and leave in search of some other branch that can better secure their home before the arrival of unborn child.
the alternation of the seasons each year, the kind you remember back to life, I thought that this privilege was not granted to men who live in a single cycle of seasons, so you can not return back. Instead I was wrong, man is given a greater gift: transform his life in a suit, doing it in force and in the fullness of his estate, through love man gives birth to another life.
On a day in early spring my seed, germinated for nine months in grembo della donna che AMO, ha deciso di schiudersi al primo caldo sole della vita. Ho tagliato il tralcio che teneva legato mio figlio a sua madre, non so Michele cosa abbia provato in quell’istante, io ho sentito il profumo del mandorlo fiorito, i ricordi di quand’ero piccolissimo mi si sono aperti davanti, erano quelli che non potevo ricordare ma grazie a mio figlio stavo osservando me appena nato. La mia vita era tornata indietro ed allo stesso tempo, quasi senza saperlo, iniziava a proiettarsi in avanti. Nella sala parto stando accanto a Cesira, fianco a fianco alla sua forza ed al suo sforzo, mi sono avvicinato ancora di più al mondo femminile, anche noi maschietti siamo nati da una donna, questa è stata la prima lezione che ho imparato in becoming a father. But my journey on this new path is continued when my mother took my son in his arms, he was like me would say, a drop of water, spoke to him: "The child must feel the love." I understand why I am very attached to my mother as a child made me feel the love.
My son was born recently, life was unraveling in front of me like the petals of a rose, when the bee tries to get inside the stamen.
I guess now I am on the path most of my life. I do not know if the mountains will attract you. I just know that I will lead you to the base camp of the most important mountain to climb: the Life and God willing, until I get the strength to continue the climb your side, aware that you will reach the summit alone on that mountain and that I will not go anymore .
One day when you start to understand that I will explain to you my top I have reached when you were born, I will explain that life is a great opportunity that you must comply, or will be a path a path of rock is not always obvious, you'll be able to recognize the moment of courage and caution, because the wall on which you move will be friable rock made of precarious footholds, anchors never solid and staging points are not always safe. If you have a passion for me as I'll explain that no mountain top will be worth the life of a man.
Your journey has begun my son. I hold you in my arms, your eyes gaze upon me, caressing her little hands, smile at me. We approach towards the balcony. Sull'abete by a tangle of dry branches two small jets soar into the air in search dell'imbeccata not long in coming. Mom and Dad magpie in bursts with two fast hopping place the food in the mouths of nestlings than satisfied, in a moment, fold swallowed up by their nest.
Your little hands gesticulating seeking footholds in the air. I do not know what you're trying to tell me this I know how you live your time, surely you're happy, I smile.
The sun's last rays of light illuminate the rock slope of the blood Pollinelle. Slowly my arms close your eyes lively and you fall asleep. Who knows what dreams ...
The mountains are still far away for you, but one day if you like in difficult times can color your life. So it was for me. So I hope it will be for much longer, if you want to climb all the mountains: I continue to a sognare, tu per cercare la via del Cuore. Buona Vita figlio mio…
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