Είναι πολλές οι διηγήσεις των ανθρώπων που έχουν βρεθεί νύχτα εκεί, που αναφέρουν απίστευτα περιστατικά, μυστηριώδεις συναντήσεις, μαγικές επαφές και υπερφυσικά φαινόμενα
Πίστευα πάντα στη μαγεία εγώ, πιστεύω ακόμη, ακράδαντα. Την ψάχνω, ενίοτε τη βρίσκω, την καλλιεργώ και την εξασκώ όσο μπορώ και όσο γνωρίζω… γι’ αυτό, πριν μια βδομάδα αποφάσισα να αφήσω τη μοίρα να διαλέξει για μένα και να κοιτάξω και πάλι μπροστά.
Πήγα στο δάσος…
Τα φύλλα των δέντρων μιλούσαν ακατάπαυστα μια γλώσσα που έπρεπε να έχεις τη διάθεση να μάθεις για να καταλάβεις τι λέγανε. Ήταν μια γλώσσα πυκνή, ηχηρή, σημειολογική. Το τρεχούμενο νερό στο ρυάκι, το αίμα του δάσους, έρεε ορμητικά και γλυκερά μαζί, σαν μουσική, και έλεγε στο διαβάτη μια ιστορία παλιά όσο και ο ίδιος ο άνθρωπος:
«Μη βλέπεις μόνο, να κοιτάς… μπροστά και όχι πίσω… είναι η Ζωή, ο Έρωτας και η Μαγεία αισθήσεις απτές… Πίστεψε στις λέξεις που φτάνουν στ’ αυτιά σου όταν αυτές σ’ αγγίζουν βαθιά, σα ξόρκια, ξεχώρισε το ξεχωριστό, πίστεψε στα χέρια που σου χαρίζουν ένα χάδι με νόημα… είναι η Αλήθεια που στέκει εμπρός σου, μακριά από την αλήθεια και το ψέμα του χθες…»
Σάστισα… Τα βάρη που σήκωνα ως εκείνη τη μέρα ήταν πολλά, το χθες μου αρνούταν να αναπαυθεί εν ειρήνη και επανερχόταν διαρκώς σαν εφιάλτης, δε ζούσα γιατί για μένα το αύριο είχε καταντήσει ένα παρατεταμένο χθες. Ήμουν σαν ερώτηση χωρίς απάντηση, αίνιγμα δίχως λύση, κι ενώ το δάσος άρχιζε να με μαγεύει ολοένα και πιο πολύ, ανατρίχιασα όταν συνειδητοποίησα ότι κάποια βήματα ακούγονταν μόλις λίγα μέτρα πιο πέρα. Ήταν βήματα αποφασιστικά, ρυθμικά…. Δεν ήξερα τι να περιμένω, κι όμως αυτό ερέθιζε ακόμα πιο πολύ τη φαντασία μου, με γέμιζε αδρεναλίνη και ανυπομονησία. Χαμογέλασα αμήχανα στον εαυτό μου. Ο φόβος με είχε κάνει να ιδρώσω…
Νόμιζα ότι θα έβρισκα παρηγοριά και σιγουριά σε κάποιες λίγο πολύ γνωστές σκέψεις, συνειρμούς με πρόσωπα και καταστάσεις που είχα ήδη ζήσει, πάνω κάτω σαν το παιδί που κρύβεται κάτω από το πάπλωμα νιώθοντας μια παραφυσική παρουσία στο δωμάτιό του. Ξαφνικά, μου ήρθε η ιδέα ότι φοβόμουν μόνο την πραγματοποίηση κάθε επιθυμίας μου, κι εκείνος ο φόβος ήταν η ζωή μου, ήταν η ανάνηψη της ψυχής μου, ήταν το σφριγηλό εφηβικό καινούριο που διέλυε τους προμαχώνες του χιλιοειδωμένου παλιού. Δεν είχα πια ανάγκη ούτε από παρηγοριά, ούτε από σιγουριά. Ήμουν Εγώ όσο ποτέ.
Όταν πλέον τα βήματα με πλησίασαν αρκετά, σήκωσα το κεφάλι μου και αντίκρισα με τα μάτια του σώματος και της ψυχής μου ένα ον που δε φανταζόμουν ποτέ ότι μπορούσε να υπάρχει. Είχε μια άλω γύρω του, εξέπεμπε φως χωρίς να λάμπει. Με πλησίασε, με άγγιξε με περιέργεια και, αφού με επεξεργάστηκε λες και δεν είχε ξαναδεί ποτέ του κάτι παρόμοιο μ’ εμένα, μου μίλησε:
- Γιατί είσαι εδώ; είσαι μια βδομάδα εδώ…
- Υπάρχει γιατί; είμαι εδώ γιατί το θέλω, και δεν έχει περάσει παρά μόνο μια ώρα, όχι μια βδομάδα!
- Με αναγνωρίζεις;
- Όχι… Δυστυχώς…
- Κι όμως… Ευτυχώς… γιατί έτσι θα έχεις τον ενθουσιασμό που σου λείπει για να ανακαλύψεις εκείνο το κάτι παραπάνω.
- Το κάτι παραπάνω;
- Ναι, αυτό δε θες; Γι’ αυτό δεν ήρθες εδώ;
Έγνεψα καταφατικά και μετά απ’ αυτά του τα λόγια το μαγικό ον εξαφανίστηκε μέσα σ’ ένα ελαφρό φύσημα του αέρα.
Ένιωσα ανάλαφρος, εξαγνισμένος… μια μυστική δύναμη με είχε πραγματικά εξυγιάνει, η καρδιά μου χτυπούσε δυνατά και καθαρά χωρίς το άγχος και τις επαναλήψεις που πνίγονταν πλέον μέσα στη χόβολη του παρελθόντος.
Κοίταξα ένα αστέρι στον ουρανό σ’ ένα ξέφωτο του δάσους. Έκανα πως πάω να το αγγίξω όταν έξαφνα όλο το δάσος τριγύρω μου συρρικνώθηκε ως δια μαγείας κι έγινε μια ανοιχτόχρωμη καστανή ίριδα ενός οφθαλμού που δεν είχα ξαναδεί ποτέ πριν και που μου ενέπνευσε μονομιάς ένα γλυκό και ακλόνητο πόθο.
Ανοιγόκλεισα τα βλέφαρα… είχε όντως περάσει μια βδομάδα… ξυπνούσα… ζούσα το πρώτο χιλιοστό του δευτερολέπτου του μέλλοντός μου, και ήμουν ερωτευμένος!
Il Bosco o I Pensieri Della Notte
Qui vicino c’è un bosco che ha la fama di essere stregato.
Sono molti i racconti delle persone che si sono trovati lì durante la notte, e che raccontano eventi incredibili, incontri misteriosi, contatti magici e fenomeni soprannaturali.
Io ho sempre creduto nella magia, e ci credo ancora, fermamente. La cerco, a volte la trovo, la coltivo e la pratico quanto più posso e conosco… perciò, una settimana fa ho deciso di lasciar scegliere il destino per me e guardare di nuovo avanti.
Sono andato nel bosco…
Le foglie degli alberi parlavano incessantemente una lingua che per capirla bisognava essere veramente ben disposti ad imparare. Era una lingua densa, sonora, semiologica. Le acque del ruscello, il sangue del bosco, scorrevano con impeto ma anche con dolcezza, come musica, e raccontavano al passante una storia vecchia quanto l’uomo:
«Non limitarti nel vedere, guarda… avanti e non indietro… è la Vita, l’Amore e la Magia una sensazione tangibile… Credi alle parole che raggiungono le tue orrecchie quando esse ti toccano nel profondo, come incantesimi, distingui ciò che è distinto, credi nelle mani che ti danno una carezza che abbia un senso… è la Verità che sta davanti a te, lontano dallaverità e la menzogna del passato…»
Ero sconcertato… Fino a quel giorno erano tante le cose che mi pesavano, il mio passato non voleva proprio riposare in pace e ritornava costantemente come un incubo, non vivevo perché per me il domani era solo un esteso ieri. Ero una domanda senza risposta, un enigma senza soluzione, e mentre il bosco aveva iniziato ad incantarmi sempre di più, mi è venuta la pelle d’oca non appena mi sono reso conto che sentivo dei passi non lontano da dove mi trovavo. Erano passi decisi, ritmici… Non avevo idea di cosa aspettarmi, nonostante ciò la mia immaginazione cominciava ad eccitarsi, mi riempiva d’adrenalina ed impazienza. Ho sorriso con imbarazzo a me stesso. La paura mi faceva sudare…
Credevo di trovare conforto e sicurezza in alcuni pensieri più o meno familiari, associati a persone e situazioni già vissute, quasi come fa un bambino quando si nasconde sotto le coperte avvertendo una presenza paranormale nella sua stanza. All’improvviso, mi è venuta l’idea che avevo solo paura della realizzazione di ogni mio desiderio, e quella paura era la mia vita, la rianimazione dell’anima, era il brioso nuovo adolescenziale che distruggeva i bastioni di quel vecchio che avevo ormai mille volte vissuto. Non avevo più bisogno né di conforto, né di certezze. Ero Me Stesso più che mai.
Quando ormai i passi erano abbastanza vicini, alzai la testa e quel che vidi con gli occhi del corpo e della mente era un entità che non avrei mai immaginato che esistesse. Aveva un alone tutto attorno, emetteva luce senza però splendere. Mi ha avvicinato, con curiosità mi ha toccato e, dopo avermi contemplato come se non avesse mai visto qualcosa di simile fino a quel momento, mi disse:
- Perché sei qui? Sei qui una settimana…
- Vi è un perché? sono qui perché lo voglio, e non è passata che un’ora, e non una settimana!
- Mi riconosci?
- No… Mi spiace…
- E invece… Meglio così… poiché adesso avrai tutto l’entusiasmo che ti manca per scoprire quel qualcosa in più.
- Quel qualcosa in più?
- Sì, non è quello che vuoi? Per quello non sei qui?
Ho annuito e dopo queste sue parole l’entità magica è sparita in un leggero soffio del vento.
Mi sono sentito leggero, purificato… una forza segreta mi aveva veramente risanato, il mio cuore batteva forte e chiaro senza l’ansia e le ripetizioni che ormai annegavano nella polvere del passato.
Ho visto una stella nel cielo in una radura del bosco. Ho quasi tentato di toccarla quando improvvisamente tutto il bosco attorno a me si è magicamente ridotto ad un’iride castana chiara di un’occhio mai visto prima e che mi ha subito ispirato una voglia dolce e irrefrenabile.
Ho chiuso e poi aperto gli occhi… era veramente passata una settimana… mi stavo svegliando… stavo vivendo il primo millesimo di secondo del mio futuro, ed ero innamorato!
The Wood or Thoughts Of The Night
There is a wood here nearby that is said is haunted.
There many the stories of people who have been there at night, and that report unbelievable facts, mysterious encounters, magical contacts and supernatural phenomena.
I have always believed in magic, I still do, firmly. I seek it, sometimes find it, I cultivate it and practice it as much as I can and know… for that, a week ago I decided to let destiny chose on my behalf and look forward again.
I went to the wood…
The trees’ leaves spoke incessantly a language that required a good will to understand it. It was a dense, resonant and semantic language. The water of the stream, the wood’s blood, was flowing sweetly and at the same time impetuously, telling the passer-by an old story, old like man:
«Don’t only look, watch… forward and not behind… Life and Love, and Magic, all of them are tangible sensations… Believe the words that reach your ears when those words touch you deep inside, like spells, distinguish the distinct, believe in the hands that give you a caress with a meaning… it’s the Truth that stands before you, far away from yesterday’s truth and lies…»
I was feeling confused… I had many heavy feelings inside till that day, my past didn’t want to rest in peace and was returning again and again like a nightmare, I was not living because, for me, tomorrow was only the extension of yesterday. I was something like a question without an answer, an enigma without solution, and while the wood was really beginning to enchant me, I shuddered as I realized that I could hear some steps not far away from where I was… They were rhythmic and determinate steps… I didn’t know what to wait for, yet this excited my imagination even more, filled me with adrenaline and impatience. I smiled to myself with embarrassment. Fear was making me sweat…
I thought that I could find some comfort and certainty in more or less well known thoughts, associations with people and situations I had already met and lived, almost like the child that goes quickly under the blanket when feeling a paranormal presence in the room. Suddenly, I had this idea, that the only thing I was afraid of was the realization of each of my desires, and that fear was my life, my soul’s resuscitation, it was the bustling adolescent new crashing the bastions of the many times seen old. I had no need for comfort and certainty anymore. I was Myself like never before.
When the steps approached me closely enough, I turned my head and saw, with the eyes of both body and soul, a creature that I never imagined existing. It had a halo all around it, and emitted light yet without shining. It approached me, touched my with curiosity and, after having elaborated all of my body as if it had never seen something similar before, talked to me:
- Why are you here? You are now here since a week…
- Is there a why? I am here because I want it, and it’s only since an hour that I’m here, not a week!
- Do you recognize me?
- No… Unfortunately…
- Yet… Fortunately… because like this, you’ll have that missing enthusiasm to discover that something more.
- That something more?
- Yes, isn’t it what you’re looking for? Isn’t it why you are here for?
I nodded yes and after that the magic creature disappeared within a slight blow of the wind.
I was feeling light, purified… a secret power had really made me feel healthy; my heart was beating strong and pure without the anxiety and repetitions that were now drowning within the dust of the past.
I looked at a star in the sky upon a wood’s glade. I pretended to touch it when suddenly all the wood around me shrank in a magical way and became a light colored brown iris of an eye I had never seen before and inspired me at once a sweet and strong desire.
I closed and then opened my eyelids… a week had indeed passed… I was waking up… I was living the first millisecond of my future, and I was in love!
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