COMING BACK CRANES

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         - Why do the cranes come back home after the long winters when they go away from here?… you asked me once, that nice spring afternoon when we were both laying on the moist earth, watching the sky. Why do they come back in the gray emptiness of the lands they leave every autumn when in the Warm Lands there is always so much sun, beauty and warmth that nobody would like to go away?… What might bring them back, why do they always come, every spring, why do they come again?…
        - I don’t know, I answered to you lifting myself in an elbow, watching, my mind empty of thoughts, the shadows passing over your face. Perhaps because this is the law of the nature… Perhaps because the nature has some rules that all living beings respect since milions of years without necessarily knowing why… Perhaps… I don’t know… But surely, SURELY, beyond any unwritten rules of their kind, the cranes come back precisely to bring us from the Lands we are never going to reach, a golden drop from the absolute sun, where we can find the drop of beauty we are longing for, the moment of love that transfigures us in such a way that we become, even for a short while, divine…
        - Stop! you said. One second ago you didn’t know anything about this, how come that you know now, where do you know it from, who has told it to you?...
        - Nobody, I smiled lifting my shoulders.. I saw a crane’s high flight reflected in your eye.

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