Rumorìo di fondo rotto da colpi di tosse,voci di bambini piccoli irrequieti (fra cui uno di mia conoscenza),cappotti e nonni e colli pelosi di giacchetti imbottiti,seggioline microscopiche sulle quali appollaiarsi,i padri quasi tutti dietro,in fondo,stile:"nessuno mi deve vedere mi scappasse una lacrimuccia,non sia mai",flash e telecamere puntate,batterie scariche,memorie dimenticate a casa(da leggersi anche in senso metaforico).
Sipario fatto di vecchie Masterpieces patients tablecloths, paper and cloth costumes, sewn and assembled by children in Tights, Christmas scene with shadows and lanterns in the streets of a country with which we imagine them, and they look hungry, and we do take her hand and forget something in silence, finally.
Suddenly, after a ball made of medieval bow and courtesans, a drummer get dry, your shoes two sizes too big, used, belonged to the son of a friend, a huge hat on a head full of hair blacks, blue tights too long, the little voice shouting: "listen, listen ...", the long hands on the drum sticks with a ribbon around her neck, my child.
has five and a half years, part cheerful long and that has worried for days but today well know also of everyone else, sing, dance, moves his hands in front of him and watch while the public seems happy, he moves his head and throwing glances from under her eyelashes thick and dark identical to mine, my heart is enlarged, his eyes glaze over but I wanted to cry, I laugh, I want to laugh quite a bit.
I watch, I listen, I admit.
images of him in my belly, my belly, my arms, climbed trees in the park, with red cheeks on the swing, his face pale and drip into the hospital, holding hands with his father at sea , while shaking his newborn baby brother with those arms again of a child, I cross my eyes and clapped his hands to the rhythm of their songs.
I want to feel always the case.
sings: "add a seat at the table" with enthusiasm, moving around the body like the children of any choir in this world, then while the music slowly fades, giving away his hand, shouting in the ear of her best friend "you see, that guy is my brother."
You see? That guy is my son.
Merry Christmas to you all, heart.
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