Noon time

How much I love this time of day, after the lunch, between three and six…

Since I was in school, it is my personal part of day (and the little hours too, but these represent other emotions).

My parents were sleeping, my sisters were out of house and a peaceful silence was reigning all around.

Especially the summers, with the blinds closed, it was my one special daily gift.

I was opening the radio -all my adolescence is combined with radio programs, books, magazines and movies- and a whole new world was revealing to me. New music, new ideas, new information, new civilizations, all brand new and impressive to me!

The volume of the radio was low (the sleeping parents) and the music of the orchestras was coming softly on my ears: Rhapsody in Blue, A Little Night Music, The Rite of Spring and so on…

What blessed noons!

 "this is Symphony  :)"

This time of day I was dreaming of my life. I was dreaming and I didn’t even have a clear idea of what world is. What does it mean, will, dream, desire!

My world was built of all this wonderful material, the material of the dreams. Around me was a net, transparent, precious, protective and sensitive like the wings of a fairy lady.

These noons, I was planning (according to a child’s mind) my future life, or -as now I understand- I was acquainting with all this stuff that in the future would be my life. All these things of which my life is consisted of.

These noons were responsible for my social consciousness (the radio programs with criticism of the current situation and the political magazines), my love for any kind of concerts (the music programs) and my eternal love for books (the newspapers and the magazines with all these pages about new editions).

The low volume of the radio made me have the sense of doing something “secret”, “forbidden”, “personal”, that no one else had to know it.

After six, my life was starting again. But these three hours was mine. Absolutely mine. It was my own private world that no one could penetrate. No one could enter to my world.

Have you ever tried to explain to kid something according to the adults’ way? Yes? Then it is sure that the child didn’t understand anything.

You have to enter to his own world, to understand what happen to his own private world, to his “Own Private Idaho”, and then try to explain to him the situation according to his childish fantasy and reality.

This was my world. A child’s world, more fantastic than real, where everything was magic.

When I started to work, I lost this private time. I had time only at the end of the week, but now everything has changed. I was not a child anymore, I started to see the reality more than the fantasy, but still this is my… ritual. This time has still this magic of my adolescence.

Now the time is not enough, I don’t have so much personal time, I cannot read a book every day as I did during my school time…

But, during my vacations, I become child one more time and do exactly the same thing.

I DO WHATEVER GIVES ME PLEASURE.

If you think better, you realize that always exist an way in life to do what you want!