This time, after telephoning, before going to bed, he remembers looking out the window. The sky is heavily clouded. It does not take a thread of light. The night is dark and dreamless. No call. Mah! The next morning is dark. The gray winter sky does not forgive even the sun today. O. .. maybe ... believe that there is the hand that wants to be winning the light off his holy war.
He arrives, as always, a bit 'in advance. But this time it approached her, maybe slowing down the pace, as we usually do. Yes ferma sul vecchio ponte, a guardar giù il fiume che inevitabilmente scorre. Lei, giungendo dalla solita strada, sulle prime non lo vede. Finalmente, poi, lo scorge, gli si affianca ed insieme, gomiti sul parapetto, guardano giù.
Non averlo visto subito, come ogni mattina, le ha fatto ricordare il sogno. Non glielo racconta, ma gli dice: “Anche se sei sparito, io ti ho perdonato. Sai quanto mi hai fatto soffrire?”
Oh, moltitudini, quale meraviglia, ancora? Quali significati cercate, scrutando nell'oscurità che voi stessi avete generato? Tutto va come deve, semplicemente.
“Lo sai?”, insiste.
E lui, senza guardarla: “Se non lo sapessi, il tuo perdono sarebbe stato inutile.”
E così, insieme, si incamminano.
Se il fiume da un momento all'altro scorresse in senso opposto a quello attuale, non starebbe facendo altro che seguire la corrente. Una corrente nuova, La corrente.
“Si dice: ...essere liberi come uccelli... vorrei volare libero come un'aquila... fly free ... freedom ... freedom ... always talking about birds, we match the concept of freedom. "
So he speaks, sitting calmly. Her voice is serious, deep, firm. E 'striking: his body is so frail, so dry. Essential ... fatal.
"But what do you think that they are free to do, the birds? Where do you think that they are free to fly? What freedom do you think they have? "
The class listens to her, silent and still. They sit on the floor. The backdrop is a porch. Does this be a reminder of the ancient Greek schools of philosophy.
To Students absorbed, pensive, locked in a silent reflection, exception Lei She stares at him head on. His gaze is ironic. E 'challenge.
"They must find food, then migrate, and reproduce, then provide food for their children, then raise and educate. Educate them to what, in your opinion? A fly. To migrate, back, and again. And 'this, their freedom? The ideal scope to which we tend? "
The light fades at this point and focuses on the master, plunging the rest of the class in the dark. She gets up and smiles. Comes closest to the master and touched his shoulder, so as you would to comfort a child. Squote imperceptibly head. And he continues to set before him, and:
"And you? What else do you think you can be, different from what you are? You, everything you did and do is the determination of a choice imposed by your nature. Who you are and what surrounds you decide what you do. And just when you finally take the path of the craziest, most unusual, that you believe your so far from nature that it can be challenging, you will realize that the road was the only one that could take you and that everything I have been saying is the truth. "
Now she turns, her back to him and covering him at the sight of the hall and the audience.
presses his hands around her throat.
But laughs.
Ride madly.
Here you close the curtain.
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