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KALEIDOSCOPE 09 - Silence




A flourish of his hand to put aside thoughts after you hung up the phone. The pendulum
whispers that have the time available.
strange coincidence it had to feel right now. When I decided I could not remember the day that I should go see him .... or maybe I chose this day to have an excuse to not visit ... would be fun, almost paradoxical ...
... That's enough jokes, you have to think about serious things, his voice, the voice of D *** A ***, the voice of my father, should not be the last ...
I have to fix it. In
room should still be cassettes - melancholy smile - those on which to record the words to give my body to compose poems.
A quick touch to the front door in the passage. Open. Perfect. Recorder on the desk and leaned heavily in his hands one of the many boxes in his room, a look at the date ... 7 years ago, should work. Ultimately that is the other one.
- Michele moves the chair by the desk and sits down with his back entrance -
- With the hand feels the jacket -... the bag is in place.
reviewed in mind the list of things she had to do ... nodded thinking that the letter had already sent a couple of hours earlier.
Well, now that things were in place practices could begin.
She brought the papers to him, he wanted Gabriele saw ... turned on the recorder - Tump - these ... awakened from its lethargy snorted, cried, scatarrò out a voice.
He heard her voice, a voice heavy weight of the powder of seven years, beginning with the date and then he left blank a moment, then he announced the title ... In fact here is: "Silence" the voice of his mind this echoed that of his past, I ... no, do not remember this.
waited a few moments waiting to begin, then the moments when it became too much frowned and after he rewound the tape again invariably repeated the same sequence of sounds, as had been planned.
... But of course, silence, hour recall, at that time far more fascinated by the silence of words, another strange coincidence, perhaps too many, the thought of his letter and then sat on the chair more comfortable and continued to listen to silence while the shadow of Gabriel, who had continued to fix it since he sat down he began to speak:


Shadow: Funny how the words bounce between ourselves, those same words that came out that we seem not to want to return us to those sounds which we are deaf, but that claim to be heard by the other ... being accepted by others.
possible that the only real communication with oneself is constituted by what appears to be the negation of the communication?
possible that what is commonly represented as an inconsistency, insuperable barrier between speaker and listener is actually the only thread that connects the souls ... the souls of our own and I with the other, or rather with the images of the souls of others who are in our own me?
possible that where the truth finally spoken fail triumphs but the Truth, that Truth does not need to be expressed, and that even if explicitly betrays itself and becomes something other than, and therefore non-truth? Truth that requires only the silence to be educated? (That is rediscovered in our own mind, the image the soul that we have in our souls and no idea of \u200b\u200bour mind or we think that we want other souls, the souls of others have.)
The Silence ... if all else is futile, why not just listen ... ... .... .... ...
Idea: Perhaps because everything else is useless: it is what is reality and then our being.
Shadow: I do not think the rest is perhaps not only our way of being as such?
Idea: can possibly be given without BEING the way it is?
Shadow: Not in reality, not in this reality that is constituted by the rest from non-silence, from the bay.
Idea: You tipping the concepts, for you become vain and abstraction of the concrete foundation of the very silence, the silence only allowing you admit humans only what is common to all men and because universal human needs no words to express it.
Shadow: So why is and should be only that which is universal for all can be the foundation of what is predicable of all men there.
That is the essence of man, the only part of which should be taken into account.
Idea: Assume also that it is as you say, you're ready to lose yourself? Because what makes you such is not the existence which is common to all, what characterizes you and you have made is what you call in vain.
Shadow: I'm ready to lose myself if it means to take the existence and essence, if not my own, of all things.
Idea: So you're ready to deny the thoughts that brought you to this concept and, ultimately, you are ready to give up on this same concept of your existence?
Shadow: .... .... .... .... .... ....
Idea: This concept that you have is itself part of what defines space, it is not universal, so much so that you needed to put into words, and you can say that in expressing them in contradicting the fact ... it is because you are made this way and in anyone else that you could take this idea, and now, because this idea says that only the most essential and important because it makes itself manifest as peculiar and then inessential, for all those reasons you're ready to cancel too along with all the "vain"?
Shadow: ..... ...... ....... ....... ....
Idea: But if you do not want / can, bring it to its logical conclusion, consistent with itself, erasing it, that you can not put it down gently as something fragile and precious to your shoulders with the other things that have lived and passed and make some progress in the knowledge that this progress, this thy become something other than what they were before though still yourself, is also due to what you've been.
The result is due to a foundation, and, as the first not the second, they may not even be totally different.
Shadow: You're telling me to leave the forgotten silence?
Idea: I'm saying that silence is as important as what is not silence.
Shadow: So it's decided: Silence does not utter words in silence, but I'll do it in my words that there are echoes of the unspoken Silence and silences that speak the words my soul.
Nasty Words of unspoken words and silences filled with meaningful hints.


Gabriel smiled, smiled and walked a few steps.