by TERENZIO FORMENTI
Translation Lena Bresciani Ravelli
and Amelia Giordani Chambers
DROPS OF HAPPINESS.... IF POSSIBLE
RAINDROPS ON MY WINDOW
The first raindrop
falls
on my window
carefully...
others
follow the path
suddenly...
furiously they race
skimming
stroking
falling in love
tiny drops
on my window
From the book " Scattered leaves"
Terenzio Formenti
DROPS OF HAPPINESS.... IF POSSIBLE N°. 1
- playing baseball with raindrops falling
on the windscreen
- painting a shadow of joy on a sad face
with the gift of a poem or a smile or both
- accepting the fellowship of a raindrop
met in a ocean... or in the rain
- capturing a shadow sprung from darkness,
perhaps... from the light
- stroking somebody's skin and give birth
to a soul
- caressing with a glance a passing person,
who inspires harmony
- meeting somebody's glance and feeling
something new rising inside
- realising that somebody is doing
something for us, just for us and that is
done with love
- stroking a body and realising that you
are communicating each other
- encountering two eyes and feeling that
they are talking to you
- realising that we are breathing in the
harmony with the universe
- feeling that a child gives himself o
herself to us because he/she feels that can
trust us
- meeting a person who sheds his/her shell
and trust us receiving a caress which gives
us life
- stroking somebody's body who allows to be
created
- meeting a glance which gives us something
- feeling a drop of sweat running down our
back giving us shivers of pleasure
- the rushing of leaves in a wood
- climbing up in the wind with autumn
leaves caught in a whirl
- meeting on a bent in a mountain road a
whirl of autumn leaves which are coming
toward us joyfully
- being a grain of sand playing with a wave
on the beach
- being a wave breaking up on the rocks
- washing our eyes in the morning and
realising that millions of eyes are opening
to life of that day
- being in the rain and not feeling lonely
- being in the sun and realising that
millions of people are enjoying its warmth
with us or suffering with us for its heat
- gazing at the moon with loving eyes
- gazing at the moon feeling to be the only
lover in the world
- daydreaming knowing I'm doing it
- coming across a hand which gives itself
to our
- touching a hand which makes us feel the
pleasure of touching
- waking up and realising that somebody is
near us
- entrusting our espectations to a burning
fire
- asking the rain how it started
- asking the wind where is its nest
- coming across a sound and let ourselves
go
- letting ourselves be captured by the
harmony of the silence
- meeting a person who greets us without
knowing us
- creating two tears of joy with a poem
- receiving a smile as a gift
- walking in the fog alone without getting
lost
- entrusting our bare body and soul... at
least to the sea waves
- falling asleep by a brook lulled by the
murmuring of its small waves
- drinking from the mountain spring, water
which is the gift of the universe
- climbing a mountain and feeling that we
belong to it
- falling asleep realising that we belong
to the sleep of the universe
- feeling that the pores of our skin breath
with the universe
- give birth to a person thanking her/him
for the gift which we received
- rediscovering now and then the little
child who lives inside us
- feeling that we are creating ourselves
day by day
- being bare in the wind and being melt by
the sun
- entrapping ourselves by the moonlight
which plays in the shrubs
- following a seagull in the wind and
losing ourselves in the endless flight
- loving ourselves without fear of losing
ourselves
- losing ourselves without fear of loving
- remembering to forget and forgetting to
remember
- to listen in order to hear
- to look in order to see
- speaking and feeling the pleasure that
another person is listening to us
- to make it possible for the person who is
talking to us to enjoy the feeling that we
are listening
- realising that every sea drop plays with
its neighbours even if it is a stranger
DROPS OF HAPPINESS.... IF POSSIBLE N°. 2
- a stone which talks to me
- a sea which tells us stories of people
who love it and of those who hate it
- looking for the face of the loved person
in the clouds
- a swallow telling us its adventures
during is trip to come back to us
- a hedgegog telling us its dreams
- a falling star which asks us to express a
wish
- seeing a rainbow in a sky where there is
none o in a night without stars
- wishing a good day to a person who is
looking at us in search of it
- seeing the passing clouds with
astonishment
- feeling the hold of an embrace which
gives us life
- realising that spring has come also for
us
- realising that autumn is not only the
beginning of the coming winter
- the smile which lights up an
unforgettable face
- receiving a tank-you and realising that,
perhaps we have given part of ourselves
- realising that perhaps happiness is not
only a temporary variant of unhappines
- walking along a mountain path where
everybody greets one another
- being hold by arms which give us the
universe
- wondering if the moon we see is always
the same that other people see even if
sometimes it looks different
- wondering if an idea which doesn't seem
"particularly bright"
could still be "a good idea" - realising
that "today" is not only the day which
comes before "tomorrow" and after
"yesterday". but it is the first day of the
rest of our life
- a flower which sings a love song
- realising that the air caressing a
person's face is the same which caresses
our face
- realising that in a swimming pool, in a
river, in a lake, in a sea, whatever the
colour of our skin, we are in contact
between the same water
- perceiving our own body enwrapped in our
own clothes
- realising we are breathing and consider
that it is a gift
- feeling pleasure in being surrounded by
fog
DROPS OF HAPPINESS.... IF POSSIBLE N°. 3
- lovingly gazing at the trees in the sun,
in the rain, in the snow and with the dew
- laughing with the current of the stream
and with the surface of the lake rippled by
the breeze
- feeling on our skin the same shivers of
pleasure that the mountain may feels when
the farmer preys with his scythe
- searching the wood in the same way as the
sun does with its beams of light
- smelling the hay in the sun and the scent
of wood after the first shower
- listening to the sound of the wakening
wood
- daring to take that step which marks the
difference between to be content, to be
satisfied and to feint to be it
- to give some space to the foolish wise
person who is inside us
- to give some space to the cave man or the
cave woman who still lives in each of us
- to practice discovering that to meet the
possible happiness, you must look for it,
ask for it, give it, sow it into yourself
and in the others and wait for it along its
usual path:
the five senses:
sight in order to discover visual scenary;
hearing in order to discover what can be
heard; touch to discover perceptions; taste
to discover what can be tasted; smell to
discover what can be smelt
- A sixth sense may be added, to be open to
the dreams, the "unconscious", and other
unknown languages
- Other possible paths could be: body, mind
and "soul", and the must important
components of universe: earth, air, water,
fire; the arts:
drawing, painting, poetry, sculpture,
music, dance, etc.
- it might be suitable to add these things:
being ready to smile, to laugh, and to use
a "small grain" of humour.
P.S. If you have some sensations or some other drops to add, I beg you to send me it. Terenzio Formenti, Via Ragazzoni 17, I 25123 Brescia - Italy
Tel. & Fax +39 / 30 / 3365511