Cerchi

"In the southern emisphere of our planet
there exists a fairly common species of migratory birds
which propagate so quickly
that only a ruse of nature safeguards us from a horrendous nightmare.

Each year they darken the heavens above North Africa
where they gather for their passage across the Atlantic ocean.
Only one tenth of them reaches South America,
the others falling dead from exhaustion
into the middle of the sea
at the point where scientists assume that millions of years ago
the great land mass broke apart into two entirely separate continents.

The birds begin to circle frantically
seeking their land there where it no longer exists.
Their instinct preserved over millions of years
guiding them to their exhausted death.

Only the most insensitive reach the shore".


Lo ha scritto lei, e mi ha fatto molto pensare. Perche' anch'io sto volando intorno, cercando qualcosa che non c'e'. Proprio come diceva lui:


"Eri convinto di esserti mosso
ma stavi soltanto girando intorno".


Scritto stamattina, ma pensato ieri sera dopo una telefonata nella quale si parlava di andarsene, muoversi di qui, tornare a Milano, a Torino... Per cercare? Per trovare? Per ri-trovare? Cosa?