Aristide Maillol |
Noi eravamo gli studenti diligenti che ogni giorno frequentavamo il reparto. Visitavamo, partecipavamo alle discussioni con i medici della corsia e venivamo interrogati sui singoli casi per vedere se fossimo preparati. Ma, oltre a tutto questo, vivevamo da testimoni le esperienze di uomini e donne di fronte alla malattia. Esperienze di vita, di speranza e di fine.
Lennon Michalsk |
Ricordo quell'estate con il caldo del vento che era piacevolissimo. Lui stava in fondo alla camerata, sul letto vicino alla finestra. Aperta leggermente. Intorno a lui i familiari. Moglie e figlio o figlia. Non ricordo. Parlo di oltre trent'anni fa. La diagnosi era severissima. Un tumore del polmone. Avanzato al punto da rendere lui "terminale".
Yuqi Wang |
Ci siamo guardati. La richiesta non sarebbe stata lecita ma ... lui, che aspettative aveva? Il respiro come "a singhiozzo, irregolare" come ormai avrei imparato a capire che era foriero di un finale a breve. Eppure, nonostante l'ossigeno, la diagnosi nota e il respiro a scatti, difficile, la richiesta era di una vecchia amica-nemica, la sigaretta. Non ci siamo sentiti di negarla.
Richard Diebenkorn |
Sono passati oltre trent'anni e l'immagine è ancora davanti a me. La musica è nelle mie orecchie. Nulla è stato dimenticato ... il sole, la luce, il vento e il calore piacevole sulla pelle. Neppure le sensazioni di semplicità del vivere e dei desideri. La sensazione di quanto barattiamo con la nostra esistenza e del valore intrinseco di qualsiasi cosa che ciascuno di noi attribuisce. Possiamo mai giudicare l'altro nei suoi desideri e nei suoi valori?
Louis Treserras |
Lord, I was born a ramblin' man
Tryin' to make a livin' and doin' the best I can
And when it's time for leavin', I hope you'll understand
That I was born a ramblin' man
Tryin' to make a livin' and doin' the best I can
And when it's time for leavin', I hope you'll understand
That I was born a ramblin' man
Well my father was a gambler down in
Georgia
He wound up on the wrong end of a gun
And I was born in the back seat of a greyhound bus
Rollin' down Highway 41
Lord, I was born a ramblin' man
Tryin' to make a livin' and doin' the best I can
And when it's time for leavin', I hope you'll understand
That I was born a ramblin' man
I'm on my way to New Orleans this mornin'
Leaving out of Nashville, Tennessee
They're always having a good time down on the bayou
Lord, the delta women think the world of me
Lord, I was born a ramblin' man
Tryin' to make a livin' and doin' the best I can
And when it's time for leavin', I hope you'll understand
That I was born a ramblin' man
Lord, I was born a ramblin' man
Lord, I was born a ramblin' man
Lord, I was born a ramblin' man
Lord, I was born a ramblin' man
He wound up on the wrong end of a gun
And I was born in the back seat of a greyhound bus
Rollin' down Highway 41
Lord, I was born a ramblin' man
Tryin' to make a livin' and doin' the best I can
And when it's time for leavin', I hope you'll understand
That I was born a ramblin' man
I'm on my way to New Orleans this mornin'
Leaving out of Nashville, Tennessee
They're always having a good time down on the bayou
Lord, the delta women think the world of me
Lord, I was born a ramblin' man
Tryin' to make a livin' and doin' the best I can
And when it's time for leavin', I hope you'll understand
That I was born a ramblin' man
Lord, I was born a ramblin' man
Lord, I was born a ramblin' man
Lord, I was born a ramblin' man
Lord, I was born a ramblin' man
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