The first time I saw her, sitting on the steps of the pond, her back hunched under the weight of the rucksack and the canes held firmly in her left hand, like an Apollonian Aphrodite, I thought of Hesse and her experiences of her way.
Experiences consigned in a small but essential booklet, entitled ‘El Caminante’ (The Walker), invites the reader to penetrate into the existential mysteries that assail every tramp, mixing humility, both in the prose and in the poetry of its pages.
It was precisely the fragment of a poem that the author dedicated to his heart, which came to my memory when I saw it.
Something simple but tangibly human, which came to say something like how happy the heart is flapping in the wind, without thinking, without knowing, simply feeling.
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omg, beautiful, I love it! ❤️
Thank-you very much
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