Non dirlo

melograno fiore

No, non dirlo ai giovani
che l’amore non ha età
che il cuore può galoppare senza briglia
dentro un involucro che invecchia

Non dirlo ai figli
che non sei vizza carne senza sesso
ma provi fremiti e passioni
come ogni creatura che vive

Non devi dirlo a nessuno
che dietro le rughe disegnate dal riso
dal pianto dall’amore
si celano ancora acerbi turbamenti

No, devi tacere
il desiderio di accogliere, aprirti
come un morbido frutto maturo
solo dal gusto diventato più intenso

E se cedi e assapori
ciò che credevi eclissato
no, non devi dirlo, perché i giovani,
proprio come te, un tempo,
non saprebbero comprendere.

(L.Z.)

52 thoughts on “Non dirlo

  1. Inizialmente fosse della Allende, visto l’articolo di ieri… Ma poi ho capito che c’è un altro zampino a reggere la penna che scriveva! 🙂

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    1. Beh, devo confessarti che in questo gruppo io sto bene. (la nostra tenda simbolica mi ha fatto ricordare che quando i miei figli erano piccoli a volte montavo una tenda in casa per regalare loro un’avventura diversa)
      In questa famiglia di amici mi sono sentita meno sola nei momenti dell’isolamento, grata e felice per un’amicizia e una vicinanza
      che non sono imposte ma porte con gentilezza e affetto

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  2. always feared the arrival of time and when he finally arrived it did not surprise me. if my body is no longer the same, if wrinkles are well protruding grooves, my mind and my heart are still in the youth of the new. having this awareness, I believe, takes me forward with the same enthusiasm and will. these pandemic times have reinforced much of what I think and feel and I can share here. thank you so much for those moments.

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    1. Your words are so interesting and offer a lot of food for thought .
      What I think is that young people can’t conceive how we can feel alive even with wrinkles and withered bodies.
      But perhaps we too, when we were young, used to think so

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      1. my adolescence had many marks like living in a military regime, the transition to democracy as an adult, but the interesting thing is that in 1969, at the age of 15, I already knew about Woodstock, and the following year I watched the film, listened and loved Hendrix, Doors, Stones, Beatles, Joan Baez, and so many others… I devoured the books, hitchhiked, finally, I was young but when I knew someone older I never saw me that way when I got to that age. really, today at 66, I don’t think and it’s like I’m not 66. the denounces is only wrinkles, white hair … I know, it’s other times. but, as I like to say, in my time it was all manual, today, technology is a click.

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