The city where I live is bad, very bad, so much so that sometimes when I look at the landscape, I can think of some verses of a song of Celentano

I would like to know how people conceive of being able to live in homes today, such as canned anchovies. Born children who have already 'wrinkles. I would like to know why 'people do not say anything to Mr. Hyde, Dr. Jekyll to the manufacturers of these horrors without a face are the houses where the tooth buds already.

Yesterday I was walking along a "final rounds *, or rather along what was left: a narrow road bordered by stone walls that once marked the boundaries of orchards and vegetable gardens, just a hint of what was, these steps have not never had the slightest hope of resisting the greed of quell'edilizia wild rages in demolishing all that still is beautiful.

As I walked in that kind of a dead dog barked suddenly, making me scared to death.

Without quell'abbaio I probably went without seeing her, on the ground, hidden in the shadows, there was a woman, curled up on itself, almost invisible.

It was a beautiful young girl. I emphasize this because beauty is quite rare in this neighborhood. He was crying, it seemed really desperate.

I crouched down to be at its height but maintaining a certain distance to not frighten her.

- I will not bother you - I said - I just want to know if you're good, if I can do something for you. -

She looked at me straight in the eye and, with a slight smile, said:

- No, thank you ... go! -

I wanted to find the words.

Nothing did not come out anything.

Raises are only able to greet her with:

- Well, try not to be downhearted ... hello! -

And then I left.

I was really impressed by what 'meeting, I felt guilty for not being able to help that person, but it is difficult to deal with the pain of others, whether it resulted from a love gone wrong, bereavement or other.

Only later I realized that what I wanted to say to that girl, and that is that there are times in life when you are alone, alone with your pain.

Colleagues, family, friends ... they can help, soothe the suffering ... But, as in many other important occasions in life, you are alone with it 'themselves. It is in those moments that you must learn to live.

After, the pain becomes almost beautiful and acceptable.

* Passage of Ronda: space created between two walls where you once spent the night patrol officers. In many medieval walled city is a walkway that follows the boundary wall

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