@23 Poetically: Occurrences

Occurrences make real the illusion of order events between “before” and “after”. They are feeble ties between individuals and society. We share schemes on the day and night with fictitious dates. We establish contiguity between symbols and meanings.

 

Social conventions and personal prop memories with hope are a real segment our lives, for which we, at every moment, we bring entire memory and the past here, now.

 

It was a hot day on October 25th 1990. I was on leave for a day from the military service. Early in the morning, before dawn, I ran to catch the train. I had to take an exam at the university. It was a day with a positive view of life: from the air, the trees, warm and gentle wind of Rome. I went through the exam with a calm and confident style and with the highest vote. I went back to the barracks and fellow seemed pleased to listen my stories of that day, times, steps, crossings, the shops, the anecdotes that follow after the storms, operations and blood tests.

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Near Spanish Steps (Rome) on Sunday afternoon.

 

And even more so a qualifying exam for History and Philosophy October 25, 2001, I sustained a qualifying exam to teach “history and philosophy.” I wrote about the wars of a hundred years. I quoted the battle Azincourt – October 25, 1415, where the British won outnumbered against the French. After just a few days, I saw the film by Kenneth Branagh – “Henry V” that deals with these vicissitudes. That day was happy.

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Kenneth Branagh – “Henry V”

 

In a more remote time, in another 25 October, in a quiet street (a Sunday afternoon), I received a modest kiss and I blushed with surprise and joy. It was only a kiss. And then there was a smile all day.

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Paradiso Street – Valmontone (Roma)

 

And finally, I ran a marathon of 12 km. I got my personal best (25 October 2002). During the race, the rain was almost a caress.

 

The anecdotes with the meanings about real facts, are used to embroider a pattern of flashes of life, where we want that day, like every day, we thank ourselves, because we try to keep the promise to preserve a treasure .