FOUNTAINS AND MIRRORS

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On a mild day that was like a little piece of happiness and light, by the lake looking like an immense mirror, two storks had stopped to rest in the nest on the top of the high stick rising from the water.

She had shown the storks to him, whispering with a happy smile on her face that two storks together in a nest are the sign of a love that will last. The sign of a love that will exist cloudless as that clear, springtime sky that smiled on their nest.

After a few moments, one of the storks had flown away. He had asked about the meaning of the bird departing from the nest, deserting the other one. She had answered that the meaning of the symbol was only what they had first seen that year: the two storks in love. “But what if one flew away?” he had insisted. despite his well known stubborn claim that he didn’t believe in symbols.

I don’t know whether I didn’t understand or maybe I didn’t want to understand, but I think you already knew the answer I was going to get much later, brought to me by the wind, on the winter’s frozen wings.
            I would like to find out why the question was born then and there, or since when its answer was living inside you - maybe much time before the question was born. But I know this could happen only if I returned to the edge of that immense lake that now I see at the remote horizon of the endless fountain that tears continuously dig into me since you have gone.  

        That is why I understand I will never find out: because I know I will never reach again the shores of that lake which, instead, will always live at the other edge of the fountain inside me. And only now I know why, on the road of my life, curving among fountains longing for mirrors and mirrors longing for fountains, I always find empty nests.

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