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#4 sent on December 20, 2018 (11:27) by Domenicoda. 8 comments, 561 views.

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La città è tutta qui, stretta dentro quelle mura che oggi fanno fatica ad arginarla. Oltre dovrebbe esserci il mare. O almeno c'era, ma molto tempo fa. Era un estate calda quella, la calura opprimeva e lui, bambino tra bambini, percorse a piedi la distanza che lo separava da quella smisurata distesa azzurra. Era il 1941. Oltre le mura solo campagna. Aveva 8 anni. E come per magia, la sua vita si fermò lì. La balbuzie, il reflusso esofageo, l'inappetenza … tutto è riconducibile a quegli anni. Ma certe bestie si impara a conoscerle e domarle. Perché tutto si può sconfiggere. Tutto tranne quel tarlo che si annida nella testa. Da decenni. Da quando, in un Paese raggiunto dopo tante ore di treno, mise a disposizione le sue braccia ad un signore alto e biondo, talvolta persino gentile nei suoi confronti. Era addetto alle pulizie di un forno, di quelli enormi e roventi dove si forgiano metalli. Lo fece per anni. Poi, una mattina, il buio. Quindi mesi di ospedale, di cure, di letti e imbracature. Di silenzi e pianti. Era il 1941, giorno più, giorno meno. Aveva 8 anni. Allora come ora. E non traggano in inganno i sottili capelli radi e canuti e quelle spalle dritte e larghe che indossa con orgoglio. Sono menzogne che il tempo inclemente mette in giro. Scherzi che un dio di un luogo lontano gioca ai puri. ? sufficiente osservarlo, scrutare quegli occhi azzurrocielo che celano a stento il suo fatato candore, per scorgere quei tratti comuni ai tanti che ancora sguazzano nella fanciullezza. Basterebbe lasciarsi avvolgere e coccolare da quella pudica timidezza che farcisce i suoi racconti. Occorre solo farsi inondare dalla sua risata schietta e genuina, dispensata con innaturale saggezza. O provare a corrergli dietro quando, con il suo sacchetto azzurro in una mano, si libra in volo leggero e fiero come una farfalla. Certe magie riescono solo ad alcuni bambini …e solo a loro! Sarà sempre 1941 fintantoché la sua figura scivolerà furtiva e lieve lungo le nostre vie, tra le nostre vite. E forse lo sarà anche dopo, quando quel 1941 sarà solo un lontano ricordo.

13 persons like it: Alepou, BeyondNicScogna, Carlo OZ, Felice Ciorciari, Matt Winston, NaCapaTanta, Nonnachecca, Palmieri Raimondo, Pistinna, Primoeffe, Quellolà, Romina Tancredi, TheBlackbird

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Pistinna

sent on December 21, 2018 (9:40) | This comment has been automatically translated (show/hide original)

Domenicoda

sent on February 01, 2019 (19:47) | This comment has been automatically translated (show/hide original)

Andrè, I owe you a lot, thank you.
and thanks for this reading, for the exquisite conversations; and to be there, always.

Primoeffe

sent on February 02, 2019 (12:50) | This comment has been automatically translated (show/hide original)

The photograph, as it should be...
Good work, congratulations.
First

Domenicoda

sent on March 23, 2019 (20:29) | This comment has been automatically translated (show/hide original)

Thanks, Primo, very kind.

user112477

sent on March 23, 2019 (20:50) | This comment has been automatically translated (show/hide original)

The Photographic story of great intensity that you made with 5 photos (a man) should not be commented... Speak for yourself! Solitude. Solitude. The b/W is perfectly clear. The photo above is however misplaced.

Domenicoda

sent on March 27, 2019 (12:40) | This comment has been automatically translated (show/hide original)

I had doubts about post-production, haste is never a good counselor, but no one on the choice of this shot. I find It organic, an integral and exhaustive part of the story.
There are 2 entities in perfect symbiosis (the dog and my friend), the rest of the world in other direction.
But It is easy that, taken from my vision, I may have been mistaken.
Great help could be your vision, sure, but I need to figure out what makes you see it out Of place.
Thank You for stimulating this study and for having appreciated the gallery.

user112477

sent on March 27, 2019 (21:55) | This comment has been automatically translated (show/hide original)

This photo, in my opinion, would have to detach more from the other 5, contrasts, because it describes another reality. There's no loneliness Here. Or, if you really want to force, another "kind" of solitude. Technically: So you at the shaded edge, the alloy to the other, but with light color. For goodness sake... It's just my simple considerations. This your series of photos go beyond the like, make a "speech", then arouse discussion. Good.

Palmieri Raimondo

sent on February 14, 2021 (17:43) | This comment has been automatically translated (show/hide original)

A great story this photo of yours .............

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