Come sempre navigando online in cerca di una cosa, ne ho trovata un'altra: una clip di un commercialissimo film francese. Non sempre trovare una cosa che non si stava cercando si risolve in un episodio di serendipità. A volte s'inciampa solo nel sasso sbagliato, quello che mette in moto tutta la valanga. Finora non ero andata oltre il concetto - elaborato fin dalla lontana adolescenza - che le uniche persone che possono farvi del male sono quelle che amate. Essere l'oggetto dell'amore di qualcuno, dà il tremendo potere di ferirlo. Non avevo mai pensato al seguito...
to recognize a great love when you realize that the only person in the world that can console you, is that you have wronged.
Even if in the meantime you have discovered that there is someone who can love you without hurting yourself. What can be loved without having to pay the price. That there is a person whose purpose in life seems to be doing anything, and I mean any, can bring a smile on your lips. Asking only to keep you close, and only when it is good to you. What you also do little or nothing that failed to deliver in the worst moments.
And you hate him for this. I hate it now you can not pretend anymore, now you know that there is another way to love, hate him because they did not want to be there that love him, but from the other, what you have even married in an attempt to make love. The hate, the one who loves you and so good, why is not the other, and because his perfect love will never give it to you any more. I hate you because you love has condemned to be evil and to be conscious, and his love sublime you do not care a fig. That precious thing that can brighten a life for you is worth nothing.
And sooner or later you're going to tell him, making him an evil of hell. You will be the only person in the world that could comfort him, but he will not.
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