few days ago I thought of the old courtyard which is overlooked by many windows and lots of balconies, which faces every day countless people, you knew all there was trading news: who was right and who had the illness, those who are married and who died, births and loves. All
shared between the walls of these courtyards
... All this has now changed to "Internet" in the "Social Forum"
... There are people who can be found, which is said or simply stands by and watches from the window ...
Each monitor has become the "Rear Window", the balcony on the world. You
way to tell and to listen, watch or to show off, perhaps leaving the window ajar or leave the light on showing your image like a shadow behind the curtain.
There are people who stays behind to spy on the tax and who voluntarily put on display.
Maybe it's a way too romantic vedere un mezzo freddo come il computer, ma come dicevo è solo un mezzo, la cosa importante è come lo usa.
La mia “Finestra sul Cortile” è sempre aperta: osservo tutto ciò che accade e m’informo sui miei amici, racconto ciò che mi accade, anche le cose più intime e personali. Certo, a volte, sono stanco e mi affaccio solo per guardare in attimo per poi rientrare nella mia quotidianità.
Ma sapere che la finestra è sempre aperta e la porta non è mai chiusa, mi da la tranquillità che non sarò mai solo.
Certo, io non sono mai solo perché con me c’è il Mio Amore, il Mio Cicitto, che completa la mia vita, riempiendola di tutto. Ma non We certainly can not rule the world and we would never.
not ever live a separate life and, for that tell us everything that happens to share it with everyone.
And still resent the voices of children playing and mothers call them for dinner, the kids cackling with motor and fathers who scream back, telling tales that the grandmothers and aunts gossiping about everything and everyone .
Perhaps all too romantic, but tonight I feel sad. It will be for this persistent rain on the skylights, it will be because he is not here tonight Cicitto home with me, simply because you are just beautiful emotions that I want to share with you my "Friends of the court. "
When you put your life at the window, you can be sure there is always someone who will come to share her with you ... and everything returns to "Old cup", in the most humane and beautiful ... The voices that come from homes , the lights that light up at sunset in the kitchens which are the smells of dinner, the buzz of chat before going to sleep, waiting to awaken to the sound of pots with the scent of freshly boiled milk ...
And then, for the time, I greet you and refer you to the next time we will meet and talk with our "windows" and our "balcony", to exchange maybe the latest news and gossip from the latest gossips.
A big hug. You, Sal.
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