Diaframma
Verde

It starts and it's only two chords, two, and it's not by chance.

They seem like the initial ones of "Abbracciala, abbracciali, abbracciati," the step resembles it a lot, but the song isn't that one.

Hug her, yes, maybe.

If Eric Satie (the one of Gymnopedie no. 1) and J.L. Borges (the one of The Zahir or Ulrica) had one day decided to write a song together, they would have written this song.

I went through it, I confirm everything.

"Her eyes green and she has a smile for me."

The irrational amorous passion, the one that starts and is guided by the color of the eyes, when it explodes, is a strange attractor, in mathematical terms, that of chaos theory.

Probably, from my experience, the eyes could be the most common form in which the Zahir Borges speaks about in his story manifests to man.

And then that eye color can be evoked, during the day, by the green of a gasoline.

If dreamed of at night, it can turn into green forests.

Like in the song.

In my case, not "lead-free gasoline" and "expanses of green and mountains" but anything else, songs, cars parked or in motion, movies, inevitably led me to her, and particularly her eyes, light blue.

"An outsider in her world of ice," alone among people under an inescapable and scorching sun, on the beaches of a long summer, her beaches, listening to "Mare mare" by Carboni.

And never like those days was I so close to the monster.

"I swear I was never there."

The only time in my life, not just as a distant thought and for a moment, but much more.

To be honest, it was for me, in the end, the classic "bottle that gets you drunk without drinking it," sung by another song.

I didn't have the fate, I still don't know today if for lack of courage, for the call of a pre-destined future that I didn't want to put aside, or for something else, almost certainly something else, that depended on me, but perhaps especially on her.

I can say I survived, and here I am talking about a nearly forgotten story.

If it weren't for this song, when I return to listen to it.

A small musical film about a story from another era of life, as perhaps we all have more or less, shot in a single color, that of two eyes.

P.S.

The strange coincidences that make you think life is just a dream, like Ulrica's... I was thinking of sending this stuff for a while, but luckily I still had the decency not to do it. Yesterday, going on fb, a group photo appeared in front of me, shared by a friend, more or less from twenty-five years ago. The day of a friend/colleague's wedding. A large group of people on the stairs. In the front row is my girlfriend (now my wife) and there I am. I was pretty then.. And two people further there is her, a colleague of mine. She was pretty too. She’s not looking at the camera but to the side, somewhere else. I look at the photo now, I look at my wife, very pretty too, and in my small way, it reminds me of the final scene of "Damage". It turned out better for me, in fact, even more so. We’ll overcome this too, because I want to, otherwise it will have been destiny this time too...