"What is people missing to be happy?" he asked.
The day was struggling to assert itself again, leaving us in a liminal state, where the light still did not win, but the darkness has ceased to be such.
Liminal, as our two souls in that room.
It was the dawn of the day in which we found the peacock feather.
Later, in fact, we would have walked side by side, without looking eachother, without speaking.
The wind would have been strong, bringing the first sign of the autumn or what we would have believed to could have been the autumn, cause we were gently spoiled by a cyclic and docile Nature.
The eyes turned downward to prevent the dust entering in our eyes, we would have walked like who knows he is going to a farewell.
And then the plume would have been tucked under my coat so fast to do not let me know right away what it was.
When, after crossing the road and opened my coat, I would have seen the gift brung to me by the wind, it would has seemed the most obvious thing that could have happen in that time.
"Have you seen?" I would have asked, without recieving any response, and so we would have kept walking towards the station.
"Tomorrow the world will never be the same" I suddenly thought "nothing of what we know tomorrow will be the same."
I do not know if they were my words or thoughts only carried by the wind or that the wind itslef wanted to say to me.
They say that even the trees have their own thoughts.
They say that if you listen to the sound of their leaves with an open mind you can get to hear them.
I do not know if my heart was open.
"Do not be sad" I thought "you can not be sad at a time like this."
But by the time we were there, on the threshold of a new day, with the question that resounded in the air, liminal, too, so that we did not know if it was a hope or an ominous omen.
"What is people missing in order to be happy?" he asked.
"And what is THE WORLD missing to be happy?" I thought.
We claim the right to pursue happiness without being able to see what could our actions cause, our decisions, which are designed for the only purpose of satisfying our needs. The pursuit of pleasure, the need to love, the joy of sharing, the need to create ... how many meanings we give to happiness.
Meanings that they stop being associated with what surrounds us, the only thing that allows us to be happy: life.
Without life we can stop to question ourselves and to have problems.
"What is people missing to be happy?".
For a moment I thought that maybe the human kind was missing "life" or "the idea of being alive". That in all the confusion, at some point, the people had forgotten about that one simple concept, so obvious, so stupid, that it can be neglected.
Set aside our lives, to find satisfaction, joy, love, success, beauty, power, happiness.
For a moment, lying on the bed, I felt really lucky.
I knew it would not last long, but for a moment I realized the miracle of life and unfortunately I had no words to explain it.
"Can you give me a cigarette puff?" Was the only thing I said.
And, despite everything, I thought how immense beauty there was in people's stupidity and in mine.
For better.
For worse.
