About a work-shop, its tailor and a poetry...

Some times ago I was looking for a good pair of gloves, warm, of fine workmanship. So I went to a craftmade tailoring using only textiles of natural origin and, in front of wich, I went past many times having never time to enter.

After having close the door, greeted from sweet sound of some chimes hanged on the doorpost, I had a look around...inside of shop time seemed to have stopped: brackets, on which items of clothing were softly layed down, were of wood of a beautiful brown color not too dark as also the writing bureau and all other present forniture, infusing a warm welcome into customer; light filtered through the door through large glass square, casting a long chessboard on the granite floor and, reverberating in it, spread all over the room; In the air reigned calm and a quite silence, broken only from the noise of sewing machine in the back-shop: an atmosphere so far from frenetic city's life, made of noisy cars that speeded quickly and hurried people, that indeed were just outside of shop...

The tailor was working in the back-shop but welcame me in his shop with a smile and a kind "Goodmorning, tell me!". Then, without leaving me time to answer, after to have noticed my coat and my coat and my hat, he radiant asked me: "But are you a musician?". I smiled and answered that after all it was only from few months I studied violin's lessons and so I couldn't be called really a musician...he therefore looked me severe, scolding me for lacking in self estimate I had shown and began a long talk about music, composer and philosophy...

I don't know how much time we spent talking: words were pronunced with calm and told from experience...it seemed time there hadn't importance and so, while light's chess board drew out on the floor, our talk went ahead...from time to time a grain of dust circle around us to listen what we were talking about...

At the end, as at awakening from a dream, we realized lunch time had passed from quite a while and so I reluctantly prepared to say good-bye, glad to have known person so placid, friendly and willing to discuss matters...he then ran to back-shop and presented me a sheet on wich was printed a poetry made by Veronica A. Shoffstall in 1971:

After a while

After a while you learn
The subtle difference between
Holding a hand and chaining a soul
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t always mean security.

And you begin to learn
That kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes ahead
With the grace of a woman
Not the grief of a child

And you learn
To build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s ground is
Too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way
Of falling down in mid flight

After a while you learn
That even sunshine burns if you get too much
So you plant your own garden
And decorate your own soul
Instead of waiting
For someone to bring you flowers

And you learn
That you really can endure
That you are really strong
And you really do have worth
And you learn and you learn
With every good bye you learn.

© 1971 Veronica A. Shoffstall

People's judgement

It's incredible how much society and its rating could influence our life down to smallest details...and I am not speaking specifically of great choices, such as the work or sexual orientation, where also other factors far more important are involved! I'm talking about the small things of every day, as for exemple express one's opinion, dressing as better we think or cultivate one's passion...even if this can mean go against the common morality...The largest portion of people has preconceptions about this and mental limits that even the words of a friend sometimes managet pull down...

There are for exemple people who look with suspicion those who succeed to not give a damn of other people's judgement, they are afraid of them, they think (sowing the tares with the wheat...) they were revolutioaries trying to subvert the Order; some people indeed are afraid to show for what they are, but, although they admire those people who manage it, prefere continue to hide oneself and to feign because it's more easy and confortable living without be judged; then there are people who think all those who choose to live one's life whatever may think the mass (breaking inevitably out of a mould), do so only to be noticed from other people, mistaking earth-shatteringly the effect with cause, wich maybe be valid for the teenagers or people who get more importance to appear rather to be but it isn't a general rule; there even are people so presumptuos and stupid that they arrogate to oneself the right to force others to respect their own moral code: it's the case of totalitariam regimes, tough guys and the majority of ignorant people, with restricted mentality and lacking in respect for others...

We live once and we cannot turn back: we cannot sacrifice oneself for fear to being judged bizarre, jugglers, anachronistic, dreamers, idealistic, childish...When old I'll think back to everything I would have could do and I haven't done and I'll have waste my one and only life to keep just oneself on a leash as the parody of my same companion four-legged, what I'll do with good judjgement and other people approval I've acquired? The one and only law, wich all others are due, is that we can do all we want util we don't damage other people's freedom: those that aren't due from this, have written Jonathan Livingston's parents...

Welcome all, my dear guests!!!

And so, at the end, I also let oneself be lured from blog's charm...

One time I wrote a diary but unfortunately I' had very bad handwriting...or better: my handwriting is perfectly readble but there isn't a single letter like others and many are stiff or slope to one side leaning on precedent's shoulder...I always tell I should make it do a little bit of gymnastics with a good calligraphy's course, but or I never find time or in that moment I've other costs in the head...furthermore, let's tell, I'm also a little untidy and so page is often full of cancellings and corrections: in short it hasn't a good-looking!!! But, as the great Kattivik said, "Geniuses live in the chaos, idiots in the order!!!"

Well...here me! Blog has been created this morning and so, as you can see, is still bare but in the next time, I'll dress with photos (one of my many passions...), title of book I've read and I recommend with relative review, and so much other! For the moment I say goodbye to you and ask, if you can, to spread news a new corner where stop, sit down and relax forgetting a little bit of daily frenetic life has been created!!!

A genuine smile all you, big and little guests

Jude