To Him, who won’t recognize himself….

Him, yes, him who won’t recognize himself. how do you want him to recognize himself, everything is the result of pure chance, an arithmetic sequence, of successive circumstances, which, going back a little in time, and observing more closely, did not present any sign of a possible story. It was nothing but a simple exchange; nothing more than courteous words. An interview that asserts a high level of education but nothing more, that does not let anything come to mind, not even a revival… The days go by and the months follow each other, what do you expect ?? you expected a change, no, no, life continued to be as it always was until the day; when a serious discussion ?took place and it was interrupted by a concert. It was the beginning of a new phase; where the intellectual aptitude; which is substance of pure mind and pure intelligence takes the place of courtesy … it was the point of no return, but we were still not aware of what was happening … The sharing is getting better more interesting and more frequent, but; we were still not aware …
It was last days for autumn ?, we were wishing him goodbye ??, hoping to see him again next year. However, this departure, did not prevent the small rays of sun to shine, just as it did not prevent our messages from succeeding, we woke up with “Good morning” and we slept with “See you tomorrow ” … time passed, curiosity increased and little by little the pieces of the puzzle, began to be identified …
I thought I was a fan of music, and not only fan, even more; Since I took music theory classes, I was convinced that my ears were well adjusted and prepared to choose the good songs, and the best melodies, but it was him who made me discover what music is. He revealed to me his black box; opaque decorated with nails and dark curtains; a metallic and glittery universe despite its apparent gloom. It was new to me to enter this cavern that I did not know before …
Normally I’m not that talkative, but with him I speak too much, and I ask many questions, questions that he has never answered or maybe he answered in a way that was neither clear nor precise; it was rather expressions of camouflage which only amplified the volume of fog in front of me, and which pushed me against my will to swim in the blur; I would even say that I drowned …. He taught me that talking is a waste of time, that the words do not reflect reality, otherwise the whole world could have been better … By several facts and gestures he tried to show me that what mattered was to act, and especially not to swing words in an attractive package that could never be tasted … He is a very calm, discreet and mysterious person, the thing that fueled my curiosity to know more not only about him but also about life, science ?, politics, history, geography, religion, I always learned more with him … All those who did not know him said that he was, rigid, selfish, difficult to live with; I say that He is a person with a Big Heart ❣ who hates hurting others, who lives badly the poverty of his fellow citizens, who feels guilty of the hunger of his neighbors, who is able to listen and to advise a friend in distress ? for endless hours … for me, he was always there, he always supported me, he believed in me, in my pen … In spite of us, a story was created, and we, we did not know …
The secret diamond ?, asked me what he represented for me, I was brief, and he said:
« that’s all you can say?? Have you lost describing skills??” While I find that as he taught me; the words would never be able to express the truth .. therefore, I tried to make his mini portrait and that I do not find enough for him, and that for me he is my angel ? guardian …
Reemy

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