La felicità è pericolosa
The Deviant Heart
"She stood there, dissolved in the simple completeness of the moment, leaning against the trunk of the familiar tree that welcomed her like an old friend by the waving of its branches and the rustling of its leaves.
Her spine complained as she bent down, one hand holding the tree for balance, one searching the ground, finding a small oval leaf. She inspected it and decided that it would do. Gently, she held it by both edges and pressed it against her lips. She closed her eyes and let the air travel from her lungs. As the simple melody it created traveled over the water, the long skinny branches of the willow swayed softly to the rhythm of the new song.
A sting in her chest, a smile on her lips."
Una fitta nel petto, un sorriso sulle sue labbra.
Sofferenza e piacere, dolore e felicità. Quanto sembrano lontane queste coppe di emozioni? Quante volte, invece, capita di provarle mescolate, avvolte una sull'altra e inseparabili come il dì e la notte?
