Alabama Helmet With Number 13

VORREI

I would meet my father, Rino, I'm missing for 50 years now, and since it was missing, was three in the morning and I was already dressed and ready to follow him in his job as an itinerant fruit. He had gone to the bar to drink tea, while I got up out of bed and washed, then I would have made a whistle and I would come down and party with him, already with vans full of chestnuts and walnuts to sell at the market.

Tired of waiting I sat and had supported the head of the table. I was half asleep upstairs and then heard the doorbell. It was not him. He was a roommate who had received a call from the emergency department, and my dad had a car accident, while the engine was started from the bar to go home, a tanker in the maneuver had hooked and pulled under.

Here, I want that patch of time was spot-on the resumption of dialogue that was interrupted. A breath would be enough to revive the love and the complicity of wandering that bound us, a glance between us to resume the affinity of two people who were three steps in addition to the bond between father and son. As if everyone had been boccone per l’altro.

Comunque lo incontro spesso, l’ho accanto nella vita di tutti i giorni, gli parlo, gli mostro la città com’è divenuta, discuto con lui del mio lavoro, dei miei hobby, e alle volte, andiamo oltre la terrena pazzia e ridiamo, e fantastichiamo sull’avvenire che non abbiamo avuto, io e lui assieme, e quindi all’interno della famiglia. Suppongo m’accompagnerà fino alla fine del mio viaggio attraverso il tempo, in fondo è quanto può fare un padre.

Poi vorrei incontrare i colori, tutti, e bearmi con loro, ubriacarmi di luce e di tonalità, then ask everyone to reveal the alchemy blend in with other, more arcane secrets, the ones that I have not been able to penetrate the imagination and brush.

Late at night I would meet the seven sisters who salgone and down the musical scale, and with them I would compose the melody which is inner restlessness and tenderness that accompanies me. I would like to unlock the box that held the man in the shadows, and spread it to answer the question of love that he ever asks himself and everyone else.

Then I would like to meet Celeste, the daughter that I had conceived but flew away before coming to light. Yes I would like to see her, caress her with his eyes and tell her how much I miss plan, turn them around her knees, slowly, so as not to upset her.

I would like to meet Jesus to tell him things he already knows all of us, to complain as they would as always and all. I would praise him for what he represents for me, a non-violent revolutionary who tried to teach us equality, a minimum of sociability, love of mankind. Then I would ask him a question - your choice is worth it? -

I would find Robert, a friend of one hundred girls and working, I would hug him and tell him, shouting - "you should not hang in the garage because you were gay, you were still a man. Look at us what we can do to keep on living. "

Finally at dawn I would like to see those dear souls who are now, and everyone I know and even people and that we should know. Even those that I read, which I admired, I sang, I loved, thought, emulated, even cursed and blasphemed. I would like to meet you all brothers and sisters that I checked from every part of the mist. There I would be meeting with gavettini of steaming coffee and a handshake. Leo
Farinelli