sunday morning. what satisfaction, saturating the laziest day of the week with the density of action, at least in the morning, getting up even earlier for kapalabhati and sun salutations in the field of Tiglio with Anu, eyes closed against the strengthening rays of the sun, which touch the grass with the first kiss of the morning. then, in the dark of the cellar, cleaning moldy walls with brush and sponges that get dirty quick. a super-zen meditation, not so elegant, bleach fumes, changing again and again the clear clean water become a murky brown-grey. the pathway to enlightenment is not only paved with gold and silver, but underneath, bricks carved and put in place one at a time, scratching the hands, saturating the clothes with dust and sweat. then friends came to celebrate Luciano’s birthday, a beautiful lunch and cakes made with love by Saturnia, tarot and piano, happiness held up by the base of millenary effort of this land, making it worthy of the spirits that open the door of the earth.
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