Once upon a time there was a goblin who loved being near the river. He liked to catch fish, watch the ducks and observe the graceful dragonflies. Once a fish was so heavy that he carried it with him into the water and the goblin nearly died. He had drunk a lot of water but had managed to cling to a log. And he said to himself "Never again in the water, next time I'll let go."
But one day while he was fishing he heard shouting and a girl appeared carried by the current.
The elf immediately threw the fishing rod to the ground to dive but as soon as he reached the edge of the river the memory of that experience he had, in which he had almost died, made him give up and so he pretended not to have seen and went back to pick up the cane and whistled as if nothing had happened.
That day he caught many fish and took them to a party in the woods where everyone celebrated the arrival of summer. He was very happy and told his friends that he would roast the food himself. So he built a fire and threaded the fish into the thin sticks and put them on the fire and then he started playing his flute.
But while he was playing with such ardor, having also drunk some good mead, he did not notice that his foot, with pointed shoes, had ended up very close to the fire and he was getting burned without realizing it.
But a girl, who was listening to her music, and who was the same one who was in the river that day, saw what was happening and took a jug of water and immediately put out the fire. The elf jumped into the air and almost annoyed said to her :" What the hell are you doing? " Thinking it was a naughty joke. And the girl is ready. He replied: "I'll save you, even if today you would have let me drown."
Sometimes you try to do a thousand things, you lose useful energy for many difficult goals and in the end you lose the true direction. The ancient sages sat on the bank of the river and meditated while all the others busied themselves with the meaning of life or followed their wishes. Sitting on the bank of the river is not lazing around but entering within oneself and acting on the things that are closest to us, that is, ourselves. Sit down and observe. Where does the river go? Where are we going? Each day the river changes in response to the different factors it is subjected to. An intense rain, a flood, the wind, the drought condition the shape of the river at least as much as the materials it erodes as it crosses, finding greater or lesser resistance to the continuous excavation work, thus remaining forced to adapt to these unexpected events and to reformulate its path continuously. Despite this, the river does not change its name and is always recognized as such. The fact that he changes route and shape every day makes him seem almost alive. Are we alive? You sit in I have often walked along the banks of a river near here. Get inside your waters. Hear the turmoil of the heart. Listen to what the water says. I have often walked along the banks of a nearby river. I had the desire to enter that stream and get to the sea and get lost returning to the origin of everything. Then I saw the ducks and my thoughts were dissolved by lotus. So small and defenseless. So beautiful and innocent. The water was cold but they were fine, I wasn’t.
Recuerdo de un río que fluye lentamente
de hecho muy lento
y todos bajamos del tren paramos en el valle
a lo largo de la barandilla que corría a lo largo de la orilla
alguien tomó una piedra y la arrojó al agua
otros se arrodillaron con tristeza religiosa
decidido a rezar protèsi como si fuera a beber
susurraron una súplica al río
o tal vez un canto con poderes mágicos
y comunicar secretos indescriptibles al agua
una mujer joven dejada en soledad
se inclinó y se cepilló los labios
el agua clara y transparente del río
un mensaje susurrado para ti
capaz de despertar espíritus ancestrales
quien lo mantendría el mayor tiempo posible
en los lechos de profundidades escondidas
y lo llevó a su amor perdido
en todas partes - dijo
hasta donde llega la memoria arcana del agua.
What if it was all in vain? Do you still want to swim, go to the sea, see that marvel of transparent nature. I saw a dolphin come back and the turtles find silent places, the blue becomes deep and the clouds protect us from the heat. It was a wonderful dream but you know, then you wake us up and you find yourself on a beach full of bottles, masks and gloves, the turtles have just suffocated, the dolphins float after having worn out your mask and the clouds do not exist, the heat has become too much for me. I stay closed at home maybe we should get used to it. A dream is not valid but reality kills us.The more the pain sinks into you, the less you see the wound. Like certain rivers that flow underground, pain, when it is true, is water that slips away without making a sound, a force that erodes and that over there changes the shape of things but, from the outside, they are only stones and silence, the sound of footsteps on the gravel, dry smell.At certain times of the year and with the right conditions, they swell. They grow huge, seethe with rage, charge up and get impetuous, overwhelming anything in their path. So frighteningly powerful, careless and deafening. Alive; In other periods, however, they become small, shy, thin and calm. We see them creating new paths among the pebbles, frightened and lost, inside a bed that until some time before was so full of their own furious being. Without NEVER interrupting their continuous flow. Don’t stop, that’s their imperative; Towards their goal. Towards the sea. That’s why I like them. Two faces of the same revolution. I watch them, listen to them, admire them, in awe of their determination.
It could be a huge river
A ride of paws, a tumult, a fury
A rage ripped off a torn stem
A very high scream
But also a tiny weed for returns
The collapse of a pine cone burnt in the flame
A hand that touches the passage
Or indecision staring without seeing
Anyway, something that we cannot lose
Even if everything else is lost
And that we will perpetually celebrate
Because everything arises from that alone
But before we get there
First poverty as profound as leprosy
And the cheated curses and true death
What a credit to forget vain
Or disguised as a revolution
The school of joy is full of tears and blood
But also of eternity
And from the vanished mouths of the saints
As the hedges of March the truths shine.
We are the stolen photos and the hugs that become synonymous with the word home. We are on Saturday nights staggered for drinks with friends that make us less embarrassed and the other six evenings of the weeks spent in front of a movie or a good book while sipping hot chocolate or tea. We are the four seasons in one, the loose sweatshirts that smell of freedom. We are the newspaper clippings attached to a notebook and the hippy van with which to travel the world. We are the fleeting moments in which happiness, smiles and tears reside. We are the I love you and I love you whispered in your ear, I miss you said with my eyes, I would like you thought and never uttered. We are the thousand books that fill every corner of our house, the poems that make us dream and the slips of paper with the thousand phrases written by our handwriting. We are dreamers desperate for happiness. We are the life that deserves to be lived.At my age, I still haven’t learned how to manage anxiety. In reality there are many things that I have not learned and that no one has explained to me. They teach us the equations, on the 5th of May by heart, the names of the seven kings of Rome, and no one clarifies us how to face fears, how to accept disappointments, where to find the courage to bear pain.And so it happens that those people who entered your life for the last time become the first in time of need, the first to listen to you and to worry if you really eat it you were friends for life. It happens that they amaze you and make you feel special with the smallest precautions. On the contrary, those you know live at any moment seem like they don’t know you at all. Do not sow if they notice what is most evident, or they simply will not see.And Coraline cries, Coraline has anxiety, Coraline wants the sea But he is afraid of water And maybe the sea is inside her. And every word is an ax, A cut on the back, Like a raft that sails In a raging river And maybe the river is inside her.
I sit by the river, the sun is shining, the clouds dance to the rhythm of the music, the fish swim in a happy circle, the butterflies come out of the cocoon. I raise my head and my eyes cross the river and reach the other side. I see a girl crying in the middle of a swamp and crocodiles just waiting to devour her. I immediately took my bow and shot arrows at the crocodiles but they were too far away. Taken by anger, I reflected in the river and saw a transformation in me. I had become a yellow wolf with a red aura. The fish formed a platform and I crossed the river. The butterflies formed a silver-colored sword and the clouds became a shield. In a flash I swept the crocodiles away with my sword. But from the bushes a huge creature with huge jaws and a cuirass of quartz appeared. I took a step back and watched the girl sink. My aura turned into a golden breastplate and with fire in my eyes I threw myself at the creature. But it was too strong for me. At one point the girl threw me a lock of her hair and said: “tie it around the sword and it will help you defeat him”. As soon as I tied the lock the sword became crystal and there was a heart set inside. With my last strength left, I leapt towards the creature. He curled up to protect himself but the sword managed to break through his armor. The creature fell into the river groaning in pain. The water turned green and soon after it became a meadow full of flowers, including the swamp where the girl lay. Exhausted from the battle, I fell to the ground. The girl came up to me and gave me a kiss and I became human again. The girl told me: “it was a long time that that creature held me prisoner waiting for someone to help me. By now I had lost hope and I thought that my life was forever enveloped by this creature, instead you had the courage and you defeated it. Why did you risk your life for me? In the end, I’m a stranger to you. ” I looked into her eyes and said, “I have been wandering in the woods for a long time without a purpose. As soon as I saw you, the flame inside me took off and released my true being. Now I know why I was wandering. I was looking for you, my love. “She hugged me tightly and told me:” I dreamed of a wolf but I thought it was the evil that enveloped me, instead it was you, my love, now I will take care of you, I will heal your wounds and I will hold you close to me . “
THE PRODIGY OF IDEAS 