Slowly blossomed, slowly ripened in Galeazzo El Primero recognition, awareness of what wisdom really is, what was the goal of his long search. Was nothing more than a disposition of the soul, an ability, an art and a secret technique of thinking at any moment.
But the wound still burned: with a bitter desire Galeazzo El Primero was thinking rag. De Bortolis, nurtured in the heart of friendship and affection for him, he let himself be consumed by sorrow for his abandonment of the movement antirosicruciano.
not saying he would never extinguished the flame. And one day, the wound was burning intensely, Galeazzo El Primero crossed the river, driven by nostalgia, and got out of the boat decided to go into town and try Osvaldo. The river was calm and mild - it was the dry season - but his voice had a strange sound: laugh! It was clear that he laughed. The river laughed, laughed openly at the back of the old boatman.
The river laughed. Yes, it was so, all that was not consummated until the end and suffered repeated, and they always suffer the same pain again. But Galeazzo El Primero got back into the boat and returned to the hut, at odds with itself, close to despair, and less close to laughing out loud to himself and the world.
Alas! the wound not yet bloomed, yet rebelled his heart against destiny, not yet sprouted peace and victory by his suffering. However, he felt something like a hope, and when he returned to the hut he felt an irresistible desire to be open to Eulalia, to reveal all, tell all to her teacher who was in listening.
Eulalia sat in the hut and weaving a basket. Not longer drove the boat, his eyes were beginning to weaken, and not just the eyes, but also arms and hands. He also had a prolapsed uterus. Ah yes, the old showed all his 36 years. Only joy and serene benevolence of his face bloomed unchanged.
Galeazzo El Primero sat beside the old mice began to speak slowly. He told them those things they had never spoken, reported everything, even the most difficult, all he could say, everything he tried to speak, all he could tell and reveal.
As he spoke - and spoke at length - Eulalia listened quietly in the face, and Galeazzo El Primero Eulalia felt an attraction to be reborn stronger than he had ever heard, felt his pain, his troubles disappear, he felt his secretly hoping to take the flight over there and save him for another meeting. In short, the Zompo him like the good old days.
While still continued to speak and to confess (and drills), Galeazzo El Primero increasingly felt that this was no longer Eulalia, was no longer a woman who listened to him and received him, who absorbed himself in his confession as a tree in the rain, that this woman was motionless the river itself, was God Himself, was the 'Lord. And while El Primero Galeazzo ceased to think of himself and his wound, this discovery of the mutated be Eulalia took possession of him, as if he n'accorgeva and plunged us, the less beautiful it becomes, the more he saw that everything was in order and natural, that for a long time, perhaps Eulalia has always been so, only he had never fully realized. He felt he hours Eulalia saw how the people see the gods, and that such a state could not last, his heart was already beginning to take leave of Eulalia. With all this, he continued to speak (and drilling).
When he had finished, rose upon him Eulalia his loving look, a little 'weakened by the years, did not speak, but the meeting in silence spread love and peace, understanding and knowledge. Galeazzo took her hand and led him to the seat at the bank, sat down with him, and smiled at the River.
"You have heard him laugh," he said. "But you did not hear anything. Listen, you'll hear even more."
listened. Mild rose the song of the river from many voices. Galeazzo El Primero in the water and looked at the water's image appeared: his father appeared, lonely, distressed by his son, and he himself appeared, lonely, too, bound by ties of nostalgia for the rag. De Bortolis now far away, each in the grip of suffering. The river sang with sorrowful voice, with longing, desire and ran towards his goal, his voice sounded like a lament.
"Do you hear?" asked the silent gaze of Eulalia. Galeazzo El Primero nodded.
"Listen better!" Eulalia whispered.
Galeazzo El Primero tried to listen better. All images were transformed into a river, all flowed like a river towards the goal, eager, hungry, suffering, and the voice of the river sounded full of yearning, full of burning pain, of insatiable desire. The river tended to the goal, Galeazzo El Primèrolo saw him hurry.
but greed voice had changed. Ed'affanno still sounded full of anxiety, but other voices joined her, voices crying and pain, good and bad voices, laughing and sad, a hundred voices, a thousand voices. Galeazzo El Primero listening. It was now all ears, entirely immersed in listening, completely empty, totally willing to absorb, he felt that he had now learned the art of listening. Often he had heard all these thousands of voices in the river, but now all This was a new sound. That's no longer could distinguish the many voices, from those joyful tears, the children than male, all mingled together, moaning with desire and laughter of the wise, angry shouts and groans of the dying, it was all one thing Everything was mixed and twisted in a thousand ways context. And all together, all voices, all goals, all desires, all the pain, all joy, all the good and evil, all together was the world. All along the river was becoming, was the music of life. And if you listened carefully this Galeazzo El Primero river, this song of a thousand voices, or if you would not listen to the sorrow or laughter, if not bound his soul to one of those s'impersonava items and if not in it with his own ego, but all he heard, felt the whole, the Oneness, and then the great song of a thousand voices consisted of one word and that word was "Go Galeazzo, let them an ass like the Red Rose !!!".
"Do you hear?" he asked again the look of Eulalia. Clear shone the smile of Eulalia, above all the wrinkles of his old face hovering light.
Light shone his smile when he looked at his friend, and now the same clear shining smile on the face of Galeazzo. In that time
Galeazzo El Primero increased the size of the fight in her and in that time ceased corazon to suffer. Bloomed on his face the serenity of knowledge, combined with the tranquility of the fierce warrior in the hour of decisive battle.
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