To my daughter


I’ve thought to write a letter to you, my child. I’ve thought that only words can really support the weight of my feelings. Someone then sets them to music, someone else dances on them, other people play them and we even went so far as to tattoo them or to draw them on the cities’ walls. In short, everywhere you look at, there will be a language to discover: from a handshake to an autumn landscape. Everything and everyone has a story which is made of words. My darling, your whole life will be a continuous discovery of comedies and tragedies that everyone carries like a small weight on their shoulder. You will always have to try to look around, to understand, to empathize with all the languages that sorround you. I would like to write a clear and simple letter to you. I could have started with the classic : “I want a lot of happiness for you”. But no, I don’t. I don’t want it. Well, you cannot want happiness, you cannot ask for it. It is a feeling and like every feeling, you have to take care of it. As far as I am concerned, I had to wait nine months for my happiness. That’s how it works with feelings, they have to grow calmly, almost in time with nature, otherwise they become heavy, empty and sad. If they’re immediate and explosive, they’re called emotions. They are wonderful, but they are just moments. You can collect a lot of emotions, but they will always be momentary. However, the feeling is more complicated: first of all it needs time, after that dedication and then surely lots of affection. My child, I don’t even wish you to have feelings or emotions, because this choice is up to you. I’ve only forced you to come into this world, it seems to me that I’ve already influenced you enough. I could talk to you about love, but you don’t talk about love, you do it. I could wish you piece of mind, but it would be so untrue and unfair. My love, I wish you nothing. Try now to imagine me moving your hair from you ear, getting closer to it as to tickle you with my only breath and telling you: “taste different foods and meet people so different from you that they seem strange to you; listen to the rain whenever you have the possibility to do it; breath deeply the smell of the freshly mown grass; learn how to read the papers in order to learn to learn how to read people; remember that being said is good and, actually, it is very useful on a creative and artistic level; be always polite; try to count all the stars in the sky (maybe in Summer); learn languages in order to learn to get to know; try to crate an individual way of thinking, otherwise it’s just a “copy and paste”; don’t be afraid of fear; set your own perspective on life; learn as much from life as you can learn from death; learn how to remember; be friend with time that otherwise destroys you; dream with your eyes opened and closed; learn from others but more from yourself; learn to change your mind and, finally, love the words. Yes, do love them. Everything we think of becomes a word, emotions become words. When you will find a person you don’t need words with, so love that person.
While I’m looking at you, my wonderful creature, I understand that only silence makes it possible to love.

Published by Grandi Storielle

Siamo sei ragazze, Carola, Celia, Hannah, Livia, Morena e Sara che si sono conosciute in Erasmus a Chambéry e hanno ora deciso di mettere a disposizione la loro piccola ma grande arte per tutti.

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