Take me away from here, away from these faces so false and these empty words. Take me to the mountains, away from the whole world. Take me where there is nothing but our breaths, where there is no other love but nature.
Take me to an abandoned house, let's look at the dry leaves through that broken window. Take me among the trees that prevent the sun from illuminating my face, which with their branches form a roof made of time and our sylvan past.
Take me to the sea, yes, to the sea. Here we go. Take me to the seashore when the weather is bad, when the waves are stronger than the heartbeat. You know that I also like the sea in winter, the clouds, the foam and the shells piled up.
Take me to the sea to watch the waves that end up on the shore, and start again from further away. Listening to the wind that speaks and the sand that listens.
Then let me look at the horizon, let me think that you need a different life, that there is no need to change places but that everything happens inside me because the forest, the sea, nature and all this exist inside my soul for always.
Over the centuries the idea of beauty has always been present in the mind of man, although the way in which it is understood has changed several times. In fact it is something universal, but different in various societies and in single individuals. It can be considered as an aesthetic factor, even if over the years from this point of view it has assumed a somewhat superficial meaning, since it has often been based and still is based today on the canons established by the society in which we live, ready to have prejudice as soon as there is something different from the established patterns.
But the beauty lies precisely in the diversity, in the particularity, in expressing one's tastes regardless of the opinion of others, in being imperfect. It is therefore not something that comes close to perfection, but something that has "charm", that strikes, that attracts.
In the past, beauty, understood as creativity, has always been a sort of sublimation of man's passions. The external one was expressed mainly through artistic productions, including paintings and sculptures, and was associated with other qualities. Think of the goddess Venus, goddess of beauty and fertility, represented with prosperous forms (beauty of the body as a symbol of prosperity, grace and elegance). In Greece, in the 5th century BC, beauty (expressed for example through statues) was synonymous with perfection, which included not only physical qualities such as strength, but also moral and ethical qualities, such as courage.
Classical art therefore sought harmony in all senses, a harmony that was also sought in the beauty of nature and creation, also expressed over the centuries through poetry. Just think of Foscolo, according to whom the beauty of creation was reflected in the beauty of poetry. External beauty was also the subject of some artistic-literary currents, including Aesthetics, which developed in the 1900s with Decadentism, and which was based on the search for beauty as such, a futile beauty, which gives momentary pleasure but it really leaves you unsatisfied.
I think that beauty is not just an aesthetic factor, but everything that can make us excited. Not necessarily something grandiose and spectacular: it lies in small things and small gestures. A song, an unexpected gift, a child's smile, an unsolicited hug, the rainbow after a storm, the sun after the rain.
I believe that the most important form of beauty is the inner one: being a beautiful person, with healthy values and principles. What conquers someone is their attachment to life. A beautiful person inside is an empathetic person, who knows how to listen to others, who manages to face the most difficult situations without ever losing his smile. A sincere, humble person who has the courage to accept defeats and who never gives up. Beauty is accepting yourself for what you are, feeling good about yourself, feeling unique, loving yourself, loving and being loved.
Beauty is appreciating and feeling lucky for what you have. It is being able to achieve your goals and make your dreams come true. It is freedom: being free to say and do what you think, without being influenced by anyone and without being afraid of being judged. And if you are afraid, the beauty lies in being able to defeat it. The beauty is found in the simplest, most genuine and deepest feelings, such as love and friendship. Sometimes it would be necessary to use a little of our time to rediscover relationships with others (in a world that tends more and more to materialism and that gives importance to the most trivial things) for a complete formation of our personality.
In a word, it can be said that beauty is knowledge. It is in fact a way to know reality, from all its points of view. In order not to lose the sense of beauty, it is necessary to investigate it, know it and understand it: this will allow us not to get used to it and make it last over time.
As Dostoevsky, a Russian writer, says, "Beauty will save the world".
Keep the plant secrets, your sap,
the song of the birds always keep it close to you,
the feathers inside your heart,
repeat every day that you are one of them: creature.
Look at the shadow, the night city, go away from there, look for the coolness of the wood,
get away from the corrupt people,
you live among the cepre, the gallibes, each of them has true love, all human beings do not.
Preserve your last years
from the disaster of the powerful egoists, preserved by the power that will dry the bodies to make them eternal.
On your open hand the deer will come to graze,
and you will stop killing yourself and find peace again.
I was reminded of some flashes of the main dream of tonight: I lived in the mountains in a kind of community very close to nature that therefore built buildings in the trees and protected the animals. One day a strange thing happens: many electric pylons appear (many in the proper sense one attached to the other). Nobody immediately understands what I am but me and a friend of mine from the past (in the dream I knew the name but now I don't remember it), during our patrol out of the woods we hear the scream of a little girl. Arrived in the place of the scream we see this little girl who was trying to hide between two rocks from what it seemed .... A zombie. We run to save her and we manage to drive away the zombie with fire.
We take the little girl and go back to the village, while we return my friend is injured and I clearly remember her on the ground and I scream in despair: I understand that shortly thereafter the situation would degenerate and I start with the others to arrange buildings among the trees. use as shelters.
The dream ends after, with difficulty, I managed to climb into a shelter (with the child and my friend) via a very long vertical rope ladder and inside the shelter I find the little girl who has become a zombie. Am I that little girl?
The folding fan is widely used in Japan by both men and women.
The Japanese name is Sensu, (扇子 Nihon kenchiku)
There were also fighting fans, used for various purposes, the most significant being the use linked to communication through the sensu, the fan.
The martial art of the fan is tessenjutsu.
Today we find their use also in sumo competitions, used by referees.
Invented in Japan, starting from the idea of uchiwa, but improving it making it more comfortable and manageable. The sensu was born in the Heian era, the same material is kept for the skeleton of the fan, bamboo, paper (washi) is applied directly on the sticks, so that it can be folded.
It has the same use as uchiwa, but is also used in rakugo, a comic monologue from the traditional theater of the Rising Sun, and in nihon buyou, a Japanese dance. The geishas used it for dances that mark the passing of natural events, such as the passing of the seasons or during the tea ceremony. Not only that, even the feudal lords used the large sensu as a sign of their family.
The sensu, on the other hand, is nothing more than the foldable (and therefore more easily transportable) version of the uchiwa. It appeared during the Heian period (794-1185) and is also composed of bamboo sticks and washi paper glued directly to the sticks.
In addition to its more common summer use, it is used both in Rakugo (the traditional Japanese comic monologue) and in Nihon Buyou (traditional Japanese dance), but also in group dances of the summer matsuri. This too can obviously be richly decorated, both on paper and on bamboo.
How can you imagine that an object that looks so simple could have so many purposes? In the feudal age, in Japan the fan was also used in war, built with different materials and sizes, based on the purpose for which it was to serve. For example, high-ranking officers carried with them the dansen uchiwa, large iron fans with a wooden structure, which were used to give orders to the troops, to defend against arrows or as a parasol.
The tanto, on the other hand, was a case in the shape of a closed fan, which hid a steel dagger inside, used for personal defense by both men and women.
A very important folding fan in the history of Japan is the tessen, it takes its name from the martial art tessenjutsu, practiced by the samurai and named after the use of the fan. Also called gunsen, they were made of wood with external rods of iron or steel, in order to resist and parry the blows inflicted by the enemies.
The fan was not only a weapon but also a means of communication, as already described above they could be made of iron or made of ribbons or paper and wood, the commander thus gave orders to his soldiers, raising, lowering or pointing in different directions the item.
How to sow oak:
In open ground (on site or in the nursery), dig the soil to a depth of 30 cm, crumble well and level it; potted, fill them.
Lightly spray the oil tassels to deter rodents from consuming them.
Place the acorns to a depth of between 5 and 6 cm.
Spacers of 30 cm for a seedling, 15 cm on the row in the nursery. Only put one acorn per pot, so it would be difficult to divide the seedlings without damaging the roots.
Locate seedling sites in the ground with bamboos.
Water moderately to prevent rotting of the acorns.
After sowing the oak:
Carefully remove weeds that sprout around the seedlings. If birds or mammals can eat young shoots, protect with a net or net.
For sowing usually mixed soil garden soil and drainage material. The acorns are planted either horizontally, or with the tip down (where the root comes out) and the head (where there is the dome that covers it) upwards. Just cover them a little with soil. Therefore, the young shoot of the tree should not be in the shade of large trees or grass. You should regularly remove weeds, weed out the growing area of the seedling. Additional moisture, fertilizing is necessary in the early years and in the dry season. It is necessary to constantly fluff the soil. In addition, it is important to prevent any diseases of the young shoot.
Oak is a slowly growing plant. Don't expect quick results and expect to harvest acorns in a year or two.
The specified plant reaches the height of a medium-sized tree at the age of 9-10 years. In another ten years the first fruits could appear. Although, as a rule, fruiting occurs at the age of 40-45 years. But even at this age, it is not worth waiting for acorns every season. The crop appears every 4 years. Although a sprout grown in a pot develops faster, such a tree will die faster. This is due to the improper development of the rhizome in a pot. Therefore, if you want to lay a centuries-old garden, it is better to grow an oak from an acorn.
You did not notice it immediately, you were carried away by events. And when you realized how much the current had turned your way, it was late. Maybe too much. Perhaps. Was it the desire to change? To see life from another perspective, to lose certainties and build new ones? By your choice you have taken this path alone, provoked by a force that you have not tested, if not theoretically. And now only a shell remains of you, of your feelings, of what you wanted to say and that you have kept inside. This time it went like this. Again. In the darkness in which you find yourself, thinking about your mistakes and your flaws, there is a fixed point. A light that has always been there: sometimes strong, sometimes intermittent, sometimes dazzling, strong enough to illuminate the darkest nights and guide you through them. You were foolish to take her for granted when she never abandoned you and has always been there. And you love her, more than anything else, so much so that her horizons are expanding beyond yours, where you won’t be able to follow her. Where you cannot be there. She will never take flight, not of her own free will. Have you been blessed by some higher entity stirring in the chaos of the universe, or have you been tested by fate? How can you find out? Going forward. Always with that Light, inside.I insist on not detaching myself from roots and shoots, I fight to remain attached to what I am, to what generated me. But the wind pulls, time goes by and I am more and more fragile, devoured by an immense curiosity to see the world. Slowly I detach myself, the tree cradles me for a moment in his slender arms, gently, and then throw me upwards, higher and higher, until my ears are plugged with violence, and the pressure becomes feel. Flight and flight, towards the unknown, towards the fog, towards No Man’s Land. I fly on the crest of the air, as if the sea were pushing me, and doubts and paranoia take root, the fog scares me, the sea is stormy, the future still dark. I fly and get scared, I’m afraid. Home Nostalgia also decides to join the party, and a series of mixed feelings try to slow my journey. I’m about to give in, stop flying, start falling. Until all the dreams, the hopes, the projects come to mind. All this takes me by the shoulders, and takes me back to fly, as if I had big wings to carry me. I fly and fly, and I never stop. The future is bright, the fog almost dissolved. I smile at what awaits me, meanwhile I fly.We never stick to the present tense. We anticipate the future as too slow to come, as if to hasten its course; or we remember the past to stop it as too fast; so imprudent that we err in times that are not ours, and we do not think at all about the only one that belongs to us, and so vain, that we reflect on those who are no longer nothing, and flee without reflecting that alone that exists. The fact is that the present usually hurts us. We hide it from our sight because it afflicts us; if, on the other hand, it is pleasant for us, we regret seeing him flee. We try to support it by means of the future, and we are concerned with disposing of the things that are not in our power, for a time which we are not at all sure of arriving at.I’ve learned that people are more important than anything else. Which is not the beautiful place, but it is the people who make it so. That you are never really alone if you carry someone in your heart. I learned that distance breaks what cannot stand and unites even more what wants to hold hands. I understand that you can go anywhere, but the most beautiful journey is what you do inside yourself.
THE PRODIGY OF IDEAS 