Its already well into the new year in Italy......I called my mom 5 minutes before 5 pm (they are 7 hours ahead of us) because i knew that it would have been impossible talking with her just few minutes later.
She was alone at home watching the fireworks in tv.
"Buon Anno, mamma"
We talked, laughed and shared some silly stories.
But i only wanted to tell her....take care of you, spend the next year in peace and warm, be well fed and protected, don't fall, don't get sick, watch those cars when you cross the road, don't stay too long in the current if you will be sweating.
Be careful...one year is a long time sometimes......what if something will happen to you?
But i didn't say anything of this and just kept repeating "Buon Anno. Buon Anno"
She didn't eat lentils tonight after all......see, in Italy if you eat lentils the last day of the year you will be lucky and wealthy and healthy all the new year...:-).
She just watched the fireworks....
So I wanted to show you how we've celebrated this New Year....
Each year from each balcony, each street, each neighborhood bloom these loud kind of flowers...
Each year .....they never last long...only 5-10 minutes...they explode in the dark of the night and release their exhilarating flavor of expectations and closure.
We stay with our nose up and watch them swirling, growing bigger and sizzling and then abruptly disappear in the dark black of the sky.
We raise our glasses and say Buon Anno to our closest friends, our family, relatives, if we are lucky to have them close, or we simply say it to the occasional strangers who happen to stand close to us in the street with their nose up to the air, just like us, mouth slightly open....in that twilight moment in which we are oddly happy and sad at the same time.....
Those fire flowers scream loud and die in silence..colored streams of lights and hopes..
Attached to their multicolored and booming trajectories we hang our past months.....our past hours...our past smiles and our past tears...
We say goodbye to the ugliness that tied us down, to the beauty that lifted our spirit and in a similar mood, so universally felt and shared all over the world, we watch these strange flowers celebrating something that is supposed to be a new birth, and in the same moment is indeed a death.
We die a little bit each New Year after all and we shouldn't be happier.
How strange is this?....
This is why i don't care about celebrating New Year.
I like to watch those kind of flowers though...
And so i offered them to you.
But I know that at midnight I will think of the dearest ones and the most distant to me ......those special souls that accompanied me during this past year....
And i will not miss to say in my heart:
"
Have a very happy new year. Be careful with your life".