The most beautiful day of your life
The most beautiful day of your life … sometimes when it turns up, you don’t know that it is the most beautiful day of your life. You wake up one morning as usual, go to the bathroom and do all the things you use to do in other days. It could even happen that you are on delay and that you go out in a hurry and a lace is broken, like it happened to me today, and you curse and you don’t imagine that this one will be the most beautiful day of your life.
Did you ever ask yourself, which one was the most beautiful day of your life? Maybe it was not the one you were expecting. Your wedding day, your degree and all those dates full with expectations. It appears out of the blue, whenever you less expects it.
The most beautiful day of your life … sometimes you discover it after it was the most beautiful day of your life, because as long as you are living it you don’t recognize that it is happening. You reconstruct it later. Maybe you get to know a person that in that instance doesn’t tell you anything and later changes your whole life. Or you carry out a gesture, which escapes notice, and as time goes by you discover that it has just determined your fate. And later on you don’t do nothing but think of it and rethink of it a thousand times inside yourself. And now, with hindsight, you realize that this one was the most beautiful day of your life. And you regret it, that it has already gone away.
In my case I don’t know which one has been the most beautiful day of my life. Maybe it was the time in which I have broken my leg. Or maybe not… Maybe it is today when instead of giving ten thousand Euro to Don Vito I have aimed at winning Covalto. But the more the horses were reaching the wining post, the more I felt I have done a foolish thing and in fact Don Vito ‘s gang have strangled me and put me inside a car’s trunk and I don’t have any idea where are they taking me. But I keep on waiting to get rid of the mess somehow. And I do hope that the most beautiful day of my life could still turn up and has not yet passed away.
This short story was written by Antonio Zoppetti, I just translated it. I recommend you heard this beautiful story in Italian from his lips at:
http://zop.splinder.com/archive/2007-11
Comments
Conoscevo un ragazzo, l’ho ri...incontrato uomo
Nelle rughe che solcano il suo viso ho visto: ha navigato.
Cercava Itaca.
Un viaggio lungo di vita, di pensiero alto.
L’ emozione che tocca il cuore e il corpo.
Parla le lingue dei magi, dei profumi dei suoni d’oriente.
Prega un Dio che non ha incontrato, che ha imparato dai sapienti.
Scala la montagna, assapora la vetta, la corteggia, la conquista.
Ha vissuto il delirio del viaggio,
pianto di solitudine.
gioito di meraviglia.
Gioito di solitudine, pianto di estasi e meraviglia.
Scrive, dipinge, ... sa raccontare i silenzi della mente
sa disegnare i rumori delle cose.
Ha navigato.
Ho incontrato un uomo, l’ho rivisto ragazzo.
Mi ricordo la spensieratezza e l’inquietudine dei giovani anni.
Ho visto la sapienza, la calma del suo cuore di viaggiatore
Ora, adesso, ha ripreso il suo viaggio
anna
anna@inquota.it
de verdad es talentose este tipo :)
Ma tu sei davvero brava, quello che tu hai scritto mi ha colpito... io sempre cerco Itaca :)
Ti ringrazio tanto per avermi lasciato questo scritto qui.... Auguri!
Nor!
No querida, yo no tengo ese talento para escribir
:(((( y sí ese Zop es en verdad una persona que me sorprende, escucha su cuento en italiano en el link que dejé....es hermosísimo.
Pero dime, tu ya viviste el día más hermoso de tu vida? Yo tengo tantos..aunque espero, como Zop, que el día más bello aún no haya pasado...
Nos hace reflexionar ese Zop, verdad?
( Ma ci conosciamo ? ) = ]
Io ho una amica: Anna da Salerno, ma tu non sei quella, vero? Una domanda: sei pure scrittice? E hai forse una pagina web dove possa io leggerti?
Nor,
Yo siento que he tenido muchos "días más bellos" y en efecto cuando mis niños eran bebés me regalaban a diario esos días, y bueno todavía me siguen dando muchos días así. Ayer cuando Karla viajaba a Londres hubieses visto su carita! Qué bueno que te decidiste a ser mamá... es junto con ser pintora algo que nos hace crecer mucho.