Sweeter than peaches and pears and cream

Maria Adele Del Vecchio

...it's tough like dry soil to be sloughed, like the dark stone in the miner ́s hands, high and

immovable like the wall over the bricklayer; it’s tough like a love relation that doesn’t embrace, like

the indifference of an employee or a teacher, like the endless fatigue without remedy. It's tough like

struggling to succeed when you wake up in the late night to go to the wholesale market, buy things

and hold them on your body; tough like the accounts of sad millionaires, like meanness towards

the marginalized, like the absence of life of the established ones.

It ́s tough like that, much more and everywhere, in every soul, in every biography, in every single

moment of vivid perception which touches a human, or an harmless animal.

Then you have sensitive moments, little like seasons with beautiful names, like the thoughts of

some philosophers which are miracles on earth, so well conceived that they change the world

forever, like the words of a difficult boy closed in his bedroom, who changed the world forever;

there are extreme kindnesses, openings, doors.

There is the sweetness of the peach, its sensuality, there is the power of the concept, the capacity

of a conscious movement of the brain, when it indicates the object and the gesture already

involves the size of a fierce world in which you want to stay as long as possible, of which you don’t

want to miss a wince neither.

The recursivity of the inside which is outside and then again inside, the wonder of an underground

rain, of the context that by denying itself reaffirms itself and it expands.

When you are able to play the most beautiful poetic verses, when you touch the other and touching

is not a guilt, when pride is not vanity but courage.

It ́s warm like a welcome.

It ́s persistent like experimentation.

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