\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Quest ' Winter never ends! >> So often we say, with feelings of anger, when, instead of the expected spring warmth graced by a new light yet savor days cold, wet, sadly because of dark clouds that are imposed on us like a dark hood. In older then take this complaint a tone almost obsessive see winter as a season is bad because it obliges them to stay at home, going out only when absolutely necessary, a season that you fear the typical \u0026lt;\u0026lt;ills>, seen as a step to down relentlessly. With its low light, which is slow to arrive in the morning to disappear already in the early afternoon, the mood darkens in the winter and sometimes even old has the effect of making them a bit 'curved rinserrati shoulders, with a step that always seems to escape.
no coincidence, then, in the heart of the winter trying to create opportunities to celebrate Christmas, New Year, Epiphany, the Carnival ... almost wanted to fight daily against a hard, tiring a bit 'sad. And because natural light is scarce multiply \u0026lt;\u0026lt;light>> created by men: light up the streets of towns and cities that seem to light up the trees stripped of leaves and dead or dormant in their dormant evergreen.
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But winter is also a season of lavish teachings, if you only want to hear: just think that everything that appears as a death is actually a rest, a way different work, full of expectation.
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A Sometimes the winter becomes a metaphor for our lives: a season that never seems to end, now foggy, dreary hours, deprived of hope for a new momentum, sometimes close to death. Yes, winter can also be inside us and sometimes we say to ourselves and to others.
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For my part, getting close to seventy years, the appearance of winter alive with more consistency from my childhood is the fireplace, that extraordinary niche that already reigned in the kitchen of My home country and that still reigns in my cell monaco.
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confess that in my life to be close the fireplace in the evening, at sunset, is one of the greatest joys that I was allowed to live. When I'm alone, I softens and helps me to think calmly and glossy finish, along with other offers me a gift a few words, full of rare ability to communicate.
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council the night, before going to bed, it takes leave of the fireplace with a ritual that is almost a secular Compline, the \u0026lt;\u0026lt;coprifuoco>> : bury the embers under the ashes, full of hope with the care with which he buries a seed. It 'an act of faith: tomorrow there will still fire, the fire is rekindled in the fireplace to burn again in your heart.
ENZO BIANCHI
EVERYTHING IN ITS SEASON
EINAUDI
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