Thursday, September 06, 2007

After the Rain

Ci sono, come dice Antonio, dei giorni quando non piove in Scozia, anche se la leggenda meteorologica vuole che non è così.

E in quei giorni, soprattutto quando seguono alla pioggia, ci si lascia penetrare dalla lussuria svergognata di una natura sfacciatamente verde e vitale, che quasi si sente godere nel pieno del suo periodo fertile.

Quasi quasi si vorrebbe chiederla di fare un po’ più piano, di essere un po' più contenuta, noi esseri umani non siamo abituati a vedere vissuta in pieno e alla luce del giorni la riproduzione…

E il cuore si stringe, gli occhi si bagnano, per la struggente e assoluta bellezza dei posti dove noi essere umani siamo intervenuti un po’ meno del solito. Soprattutto dopo la pioggia: come dice Jane Eyre al suo Rochester (inguaribile romanticona che sono) quando finalmente sono riuniti – the rain is over and gone and there is a tender shining after it – è finita la pioggia, e tutto è tenero e radioso.

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As Antonio says, there are days when it doesn’t rain in Scotland, even though legend would have it otherwise.

And in those days, after the rain, there is a feeling of being penetrated by a shameless exhibition of the most joyful burst of nature, one can almost feel the sighs as nature reaches its acme of pleasure in its most fertile period.

One almost feels abashed, one would ask nature to be a little more discreet, we human beings are not used to reproductive activity going on night and day in front of our noses…

And the heart stops a moment and the eyes are a little damp, for the unsayable beauty of places where we human beings have left less our mark. Above all after the rain: As Jane Eyre says to her Rochester (yes, I am an incurable romantic) when they are reunited – the rain is over and gone and there is a tender shining after it.

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At 12:33 PM , Blogger Alberto said...

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:-D

Reading you is really a peaceful feeling.
In english, I mean.

Please, keep translating your posts because it seems to hear the sound of your soul. ;-)

A friedly hug :-)

 
At 5:40 PM , Blogger Bhuidhe said...

Alberto: you are a poet! Thank you for the appreciation, I'll keep translating just because you asked. :-)

 
At 8:43 PM , Blogger angelo said...

Pur non essendo buono (salvo cadere nel ridicolo) ad esprimerti i miei apprezzamenti in inglese, sono sempre contento di leggere nei tuoi post e di vedere nelle tue foto la ricchezza cromatica delle tue terre, che sempre si traduce in poesia dolce e sentita...

 
At 9:54 AM , Blogger Bhuidhe said...

Angelo: grazie! Mostrare le proprie foto agli amici può essere per loro una noia mortale - questo modo permette di evitare di imprigionarli sul divano a dover sfogliare album dopo album o peggio ancora, come mi è capitata, di subire le tante temute... diapostive... (anche se, ora che ci penso, con le diapositive puoi anche dormire). :-)

 
At 9:23 AM , Blogger Antonio from Italy said...

Ti dirò che a me urta un po' i nervi quando il sole splende sfacciato sulla verde campagna dopo una settimana di pioggia...
Non sopporto il maltempo e la pioggia, amo il sole; ma quando il sole se ne sta nascosto per troppo tempo e poi come nulla fosse torna a farsi vedere lo odio quanto la pioggia...
Strano, vero?

 
At 10:30 AM , Blogger Bhuidhe said...

Antonio: sono d'accordo che a volte è quasi troppo forte, come una pastiglia al limone, è troppo. Secondo me hai un po' centrato la cosa. :-)

 

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