Inspired by Njosnavelin Sigur Ros
Last night I looked up to heaven. I've always done since I came here and I'll never stop until you do I will stay. The sky of Africa is not the sky of shooting stars to be entrusted with his dreams and wishes, not the sky that soothes the soul when you look, the sky is not starring in our ephemeral sense, often frivolous. The sky holds and much more generously bestows. Keep the depletion of futility of our lives, the condensation of emotions, merging, fall into devastating downpours during the rainy season. He tells stories ever told and lives badly lived, where lived. Accompanying winds that sweep away all the gray hinterland, because here there is no room for bitterness, tears, emotional distortions. The red earth of Africa did not need this to grow, but new life energy that already partially absorbed from the bowels of the earth through the deep roots of baobab, prophetic. Antoine de Saint-Exupéry was concerned that these trees could occupy the entire asteroid on which it stood. Today, presumptuously, I say that if he stopped to watch a bit 'better, would have understood that their magnitude is their intrinsic task deeper to support the weight of the sky, the African one, in which lie the answers to the most atrocious endless questions that the confrontation with this reality presents us. And as the intense light of its stars stubbornly continues to get despite many of them now do not exist anymore, so the stars of the night sky of Africa sends us constantly, who, alas, rarely we catch. I admire him at dawn, when clear, clear, reflects what is left of "wild nature" African, purity, tranquility, freshness of the oldest lands trodden of our "cosmos." In the middle of the day, when filling up with cirrus is defined in an eternal deep, smooth tangency with our mind. And finally, after the most magical moment where every traveler of this world come, but to look beyond the horizon to the west, I admire the night that wins the infinite, and with the infinite, the constellations and the Milky Way: all is magical, unique, makes you think. be clear, I have not written anything for the blog, I wrote something that I wanted to share with you because I was lucky enough to experience Africa and I feel obliged to forward to the next my thoughts and my emotions. And in this starry sky I greet you. A hug!
Luigi D'Ingeo 
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