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PARTENZE E RITORNI INFINITI

E ancora arriverà un taxi, mi chiamerà Sir, e caricherà il mio bagaglio di rutinarie abitudini, poi striscerà la carta, firmerò lo scontrino e mi troverò al check-in di Vaernes. Togliere e rimettere la cintura dei pantaloni, poi il duty-free e via andare. Il check-in nell'albergo, una birra coi colleghi la sera, i cuscini della stanza di turno, la tv.

Andare e tornare, con un fardello di rapporti da compilare, di panini per pranzo, di taxi da prenotare ed aerei ancora da prendere. Infine, un nuovo taxi mi estirperà da Vaernes per riportarmi sulle verdi colline.

E domani, inizierà un altro conto alla rovescia fino alla prossima missione britannica/scandinava/teutonica/italica/belga e chi più ne ha (da suggerire) più ne metta. Oramai ho più confidenza con le nuvole che con i ciuffi d'erba...

TWILIGHT

Vorrei fare un giro a TRD con te stasera, per farti vedere quanto è bella TRD mentre riposa, con un occhio aperto sulla Nidelva e il cuore che sogna l'aurora...

ODORA. Di estate, maledettamente. Alle sue lusinghe non si resiste vien voglia d'uscire e smetterla d'immusonirsi sulle procedure di commissioning.
Tornano, a primavera. E non li eviti nè ti scoraggiano. Anzi ti ricordano che un nuovo gioioso giro ricomincia, ti fanno fare i conti ciò che volevi fare ciò che hai invece realizzato.
Nel loro battito d'ali, pauksciai jie gris pavasaris sauleta....gli uccelli tornano nel sole della primavera. E giuro, li sento oggi fortemente come li sentivo trenta anni fa...quasi trenta §-)

CI SONO UN NORDIRLANDESE, TRE DANESI DI CUI UNO DI MADRE TEDESCA, un Gallese, una Lituana, una gualdrappa Scozzese, un Romagnolo ed una Romagnola.
La scena si svolge a Ravenna, in Romagna, coll"ausilio di birre belghe per aumentare il guazzabuglio.
C"è musica perchè si capisca ancora meno-i diversi accenti faranno il resto. E comunque, non mi sembra che ci siamo capiti nè + nè meno che una comitiva di italiani in pizzeria. Anzi, forse anche di +.

Il che significa che.

Qui ognuno si fa i cazzi suoi, maledettamente. Con la sicurezza di un pendolino che ha imboccato binari morti nell"allegria dei brindisi. Ci si mostra, ci si annusa. E basta, ci si ringhia in silenzio. Si invidia. Coi nordici no, non si rischia. Ti dicono una mezza parola ma è sincera. Il nostro paese sta andando a puttane perchè non sappiamo nè cosa pensiamo nè cosa dovremmo pensare. Nè cosa fare. Ci annusiamo le chiappe l"un l"altro a cogliere umori e sortilegi nascosti. Si naviga a vista, un domani chissà se ci sarà.
Ma si fanno comunque figli, pochi ma si fanno. Li spariamo in un mondo di cui non sappiamo nulla neanche noi, ma a loro venderemo che siamo dei geni. Poi dopo quindici anni capiranno che non lo siamo e saranno messi esattamente come lo siamo noi adesso. Ma poi, non si sta neanche male, in fondo. E allora sia pure, si navighi a vista. Ma si navighi.

Latest news, a breve la ricetta dello iogurt fatto in casa.

Da molto non mi esprimo sul cattolicesimo. Rimedio subito. E" solo una buffa accozzaglia di bufale, per i semplici che ci credono. Fa vivere meglio. Ma anche la droga, finchè dura...

IN REALTA', LE NUVOLE

A volte disegno.

Ma è solo una scusa per disegnare loro, le nuvole, l'unica cosa che ritengo veramente degna di essere disegnata. Allungate arricciate tozze grosse papozze lemmi lemmi o stiletti, gentili leggere vaporose certezze in verde e magenta di squillore dorato, pesanti o irresistibilmente leggere, evanescenti o tronfie grotte di piombo.

Flauto e artiglieria nell'arco di un minuto. Le nuvole.

13 gennaio - REPUBBLICA SOVIETICA DI LITUANIA, 15 ANNI FA

15 anni fa a Vilnius nella Repubblica Sovietica di Lituania l'Armata Rossa tritava allegramente a suon di carro armato qualche decina di inermi indipendentisti allo scopo di riconquistare la televizijos bokstas (torre della tv). Ai Prodi soldati russi completamente strafatti di droghe assortite va il ringraziamento di avere riconquistato la preziosa torre da quei facinorosi di indipendentisti, facendone ragù nella neve di gennaio.

Prendiamo atto che il comunismo IN TEORIA funziona, come la religione e le fiat.

Ma in pratica.

L'angolo dell'Arte...

EGLE REGINA DEI SERPENTI

Secondo una famosa leggenda Lituana, il re dei serpenti si innamorò di una bellissima donna Lituana, di nome Egle.

Leggetevi la leggenda completa:

Egle, Queen of the Grass Snakes

Very long ago by the Lithuanian seacoast lived a farmer and his wife. Their cottage was one of the prettiest. The roof was covered with straw, and the rooftop was decorated with carvings. The windowsills were decorated with carved tulips. In the cottage yard bloomed colorful flowers.

The farmer had twelve sons and three daughters. The youngest and prettiest daughter was Egle. One evening the sisters went to the sea to bathe, leaving their clothes on the shore. A grass snake crawled into Egle's shirt sleeve. Egle was frightened. The grass snake began to speak: "Give me your word that you will marry me, then I will crawl out." Egle did not want to agree, but how could she get rid of the grass snake? Finally, Egle agreed to marry the grass snake.

The grass snake crawled out of the shirt sleeve. All of the sisters hurried home and forgot what was promised to the grass snake. After three days, a whole group of grass snakes slithered into Egle's yard. They reminded Egle that she had promised to marry the grass snake. They demanded that Egle go away with them. Egle's parents did not want to give Egle to the grass snakes. They tried in many ways to fool the grass snakes but were unsuccessful. As was promised, thus is must be. Finally, Egle had to go with the grass snakes to the sea.

Just as Egle approached the sea, the sea became stormy. From the depths appeared not a terrible grass snake but a handsome young man -- the Prince of the Waters! He said to Egle: "Do you not recognize me? I appeared to you as a grass snake." She then agreed to be his wife.

The Prince of the Waters led Egle to the grass snake's palace in the ocean depths. Egle was astonished. Such luxury she had never seen before: amber walls, furniture decorated with various jewels and gold dishes. The grass snakes prepared a lavish wedding feast which lasted for three weeks. Egle was very happy.

Nine years passed. Egle had three sons and one daughter. The sons she called Azuolas (Oak), Uosis (Ash), and Berzas (Birch). The daughter she called Drebule (Trembling Poplar). The oldest son, Azuolas, asked Egle: "Mommy, where do our grandparents live? Why don't we ever visit them?" Egle remembered her parents, brothers and sisters and realized she missed them very much. So, she asked her husband, the Prince of the Waters, if she could return to visit her home. Her husband was not able to leave the sea and was afraid to let them go alone. "Perhaps I will not be alive when you return," he said, but Egle begged. Finally he agreed to let them go.

Before leaving, Egle prepared for the journey. She sewed the finest clothes for herself and packed the loveliest treasures. Her relatives would see that she was wealthy and happy. The Prince of the Waters followed his family to the seashore. In bidding farewell, he said to Egle: "When you return, come alone with the children. When you come to the sea, call for me by singing: "Zilvini, Zilvini, if you are alive send a milky foam. If you are not send a bloody foam.' Then you will know if I am still alive." And to the children he said, "Do not tell anyone how to summon me!"

Egle promised to return quickly. Egle and the children returned to Egle's home. Everyone rejoiced. Her parents could not get over their enchantment with Egle and her children, nor could they get over their delight with the homecoming presents. All of her relatives and neighbors gathered to greet Egle and her children. Her parents prepared a feast and entertained the gathered guests. No one could believe the stories Egle told about her life in the depths of the sea.

Egle spent her time happily at home, but she felt it was time to return. Her parents became very sad when they realized that Egle would leave them. They again would be left to live without the beautiful Egle and their now beloved grandchildren. How could they be kept at home?

Egle's brother and sisters agreed to somehow find out from the children how to summon the grass snake and out an end to him so that Egle and the children could remain at home forever. The next night, Egle's brothers took Azuolas into the woods to herd horses. They asked and asked Azuolas how to summon his father, but Azuolas would not tell. The following night, the brothers took Uosis and Berzas, but they would not tell how to summon their father. The third night the brothers took young Drebule into the woods. Drebule, not understanding that she did wrong, innocently blurted out how to summon her father.

The next morning, when no one was watching, the brothers went to the seashore and sang: "Zilvini, Zilvini, if you are alive send a milky foam. If you are not alive, send a bloody foam." A milky foam came forth. Out from the foam there appeared the grass snake. All the brothers attacked the grass snake with scythes and killed him. When Egle's brothers returned home, they did not tell Egle what had happened.

No one was able to convince Egle to remain at home. Even though it was lovely with her parents, she felt that her home was in the sea with the Prince of Waters. She said farewell to her parents and all her relatives and then went to the sea alone with her children.

When she came to the shore, Egle became uneasy. She thought it was strange that the sea was so still. Singing, she called her beloved husband: "Zilvini, Zilvini, if you are alive send a milky foam. If you are not alive, send a bloody foam." Suddenly, the sea moved, and from the very depth there came a bloody foam! Egle heard her husband's sad voice say, "Our little daughter, our smallest, did not keep her word." The daughter, hearing her father's voice began to quiver. The sons began to cry. Egle, watching the disappearing foam, sadly said, "My little daughter, my young one, would that you turn into a trembling poplar, and you sons, would that you turn into strong trees, and I, your dear mother, will become a fir tree."

As soon as these words were spoken, thus it happened. They all turned into trees which through the ages have spoken to the people of Lithuania. Egle's three sons turned into an oak, an ash and a birch -- the three strongest trees found in Lithuania. The daughter turned into a trembling poplar which trembles in the lightest wind. The queen, Egle, became an everlasting green fir tree.

Tratto (senza alcun fine di lucro) dal sito http://www.peacecorps.gov/wws/guides/lithuania/lithlang.html#Egle

E per completare, ecco un dipinto, di autore Lituano (Arvydas Algminas), intitolato alla regina Egle. [chi vi ricorda???? :) labai myliu taves myliute!]