That Victor was always a lover of the walk had wanted that moment of rest throughout the day. He wanted to get back into himself, into himself! It was almost dusk when they looked toward the end of the avenue, where there stood the statue of Liberty and understood the meaning of that word, in its entirety! Then he felt the consciousness like those seagulls fly off in search of food, from the port, came to earth and then return to their routes! He closed his eyes listening to the silence of his mind. It was only a moment, time to become sad and thought: How can I go back on my feet without pain? Without an injury you can not leave the memories.
were many long periods of solitude rinchiuso dentro se stesso, ed interminabili le notti senza stelle; come si può dimenticare il dolore provato e quella solitudine senza il minimo rimpianto?
Quanto ho camminato lungo questa strada e quanto ho seminato in questa vita; figli senza padre così, come io stesso senza madre, dovranno vivere e camminare senza indirizzo?
Non è la volontà di spogliarmi da questi pesi; potrei soltanto eliminare un pensiero; dovrei estirpare la mente ma resterebbe il corpo. Non voglio lasciare un pensiero ma, piuttosto, ottenere un anima più leggera, resa tale, dalla fame e dalla sete di libertà: leggero per volare! Nonostante tutto è ormai giunto il mio tempo: devo imparare a volare se voglio essere. Devo andare! Restare would be like to die and remain imprinted in the mind of someone without them I have ever known. Gotta go!
would just bring me everything. But as it would be impossible since each of the previous step needs to live? And the words of the lips to become airborne sounds, they must become like those seagulls; free!
I find my place, myself. I have to find, like the birds, kings and queens of the sailors the right course.
So thought at that moment ...
Continued ...
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