Bye

Italian

So, it ends like this,
    the silence expands,
    glances  are lowered,
    your soul rises.

You are free now,
    no more obstacles,
    smiling and serene,
    rest in peace.

In front of the important things of life...

Italian

There are some who do not waver; they take the hit and proceed,
there are others who hesitate, doubtful that they can do it, but they try,
some lay down their weapons and surrender,
and others work at trying to live with that.

This last group is interesting:
learning to live with pain,
moving next to the enemy to steal some of its strength,
keeping a low profile and annulling every reaction...

Just wait hoping for an improvement,
without acting to second it,
observe the events,
but firmly standing in place.

The mind prevails over the heart,
a rational idea insists,
and overcomes the natural instinct,
to autonomously save itself.

Fatalism? Acceptance? Patience?
Surrender? Submission?
How can we define this attitude?
Passivity always seems to win out.

Passive acceptance is dangerous,
the risk is to tolerate, welcome,
justify and so to approve,
finally eliminating the tension which leads to change.

The battles of those who affront their own monsters,
are trials which can wear them out,
it is better to seek clarity of intentions,
instead of the ambiguity of artificial quietude.

To a courageous friend

Italian

I don't know you too well, but I do know that you are a tough guy.
I know that you take life as a constant challenge,
I know that now you are fighting against a brand new adversary
and I know that this time it will be a surrender.

But you will know how to accept this too,
as you always do, with  dignity and strength.
And when it will be the absolute moment
You'll surprise us again taking a running start before the leap.

Awareness

Italian

When you're alive you are always so busy with "things".
You run and you think about running.
Life accompanies you and gives in to you.
And you feel that it should only be this way.

When you become ill, things immediately lose their meaning.
You stop running and you think.
Live seems less of a friend and less of a "given".
And you feel that it should not be like this.

A precise moment arrives,
In which you feel suspended over a divide.
On one side you live and on the other side you do not.
Life against death.

In that dark and silent moment you ask yourself many questions.
And if I go? What will remain of me?
What sign have I left of my passage?
What life have I lived? Have I been just?

When you begin to move towards healing, you hear the noises of life restarting.
Muscles and bones begin to awaken.
Eyes discover a new horizon.
And hope warms your heart.

You take a few steps beyond the abyss.
Your legs hold up well now.
You look back at your past and at your mistakes.
Ahead there is your future, on a new road.

You no longer have doubts, and continue.
But, you are no longer alone.
You have a new companion,
Called Awareness.

Life after death is different.
It is an aware life,
Wiser and more thoughtful.
Not necessarily easier.