|this is the place where I belong|
Volcanic rocks, hard lightaridity, loneliness, bare beauty
lack of ornaments...
just the vast sea of lava.
Here and there a green spot reminds how the life reveals itself in other placesbut not here, not here.
Life here is made of salt, wind and sand
no trees, no big mountains, no rivers
just a merciless sun
ridges and curves
and, far away, the ocean.
After a quarter of century or moreI am walking here again:
the wind blows
and the sun is setting
my feets remember how to jump from one rock to another
my eyes get loss in the hues of black
my heart makes a little dance
and I breathe deeply, once and again.
I remember how naive I still was the last time I walked about this solidified magmaand realize that the naivety and the old joy of vivre
the hope and the confidence
are still with me and are awakening while I contemplate my old friend, the volcano
and feel how the old pain starts to be the propelling force that will lead me to an even better place.