smiles at the time of crisis and old memories ( today I won )

the Smile
In time of crisis it really seems to be a difficult goal , what can make me smile ? the cut of my income ? decadent politics ? Corruption? Unhealthy health care ? youngsters running out of  dreams  ? The prevailing diktats of  looks instead of being?

I Iive
in this era , I have no choice , I cannot ( and will not ) go back, I know I shall move every day in spite of all those situations that would make me tear my hair or worse, that will make them fall without mercy. So I only have two choices , cry and damn myself for the absolute lack of this moment , here and now , or find a reason for joy every day to microscopic events but especially for macroscopic emotions.

I
grew up in the hills, a small town that seems to come out of a novel of the past, my maternal grandmother 's hands who ould always smelled like bleach my grandfather smelled of freshly cut wheat and sweat, at eight in the morning he had already worked four to six hours, my paternal grandmother was cooking bread and pizza in the wood oven and grandfather traveled the country with the donkey as we do today with  dogs , walking slowly after a day in the fields. had a unique dignity , grandmothers with head covered with a discreet, warm handkerchief , . The eyes deep like the sea. Grandads  with checkers shirts , threadbare but always clean , always in order. The wise eyes of those who lived without ever pulling back.

The time moved slow, no technology no social networks, in an old house with an old phone to call ( secretly ) the boy who made ​​me blush , but only to hang up quickly, before he answered . The days were punctuated by the sound of the bells ( my grandfather sacristan played them like the best  concert man) , and to see my friends  we would agree meetings out of church on Sundays .
Summer is not my favorite season but if I close my eyes  the scent of it that brings me the most beautiful memories to my mind and  lips , and  Ismile.
At home we always talked about everything , but being careful not to disrespect the Grown ups , who with a bit of irony always let me express my thoughts ,still unconscious but always sincere .

I smile
Recalling those days, and thanks to this I smile about these days , where everything doesn't always go the right way and the pieces of the gigsaw are turned upside down , I'm  not overwhelmed (yet) from rot , and not yet cynical ,I'me not torn down or beaten from this era without dignity because my dignity has  started to grow  using the example of those beautiful souls who have crossed my path , those beautiful souls who walk with me today.

I smile
coming home after working because my house is made of people that I love, a constellation of beautiful human beings that I have the honor to call friends , family. Then I know for sure that no politician and no indecent bitch can affect my life, they can take things, but they will never havemy emotions thatbelong to me and are not attachable .

young people
will find the energy to fuel their dreams and if today they won't realize them, there will be the ones to surprise them tomorrow if they have the will to accept the changes, if they are able to enjoy moments that will change their view and get them where they would never have thought to go .

today
I won # fortenminutes I sang in my car, out of tune like few others, but how much energy, fun ... light. I liked it, one more day , me, awkward dreamer not so fit,  my reflection in the glass of the car smiled back at me .

S.