The windrose

Pesaro, a windrose along the beach - Lungomare Sauro Nazario

Why do compass roses attract me? What kind of magic lies behind them? I don’t know. Is the wind rose a metaphor of life? So many ways, open, to take. To sail away or to rest in a quiet harbour? To change direction or to stand still? Or both? Possibly at the same time (!). That is the question.

I love this picture of our daughter Costanza. She is standing right in the middle of the wind rose, her life ahead. But aren’t we all, continually, in the middle of a wind rose? We just have to seize the rudder of our life and give it a push. Or, then again, maybe not.

The important thing is to feel we do have the rudder of our life in our hands. Thus spoke Simona-Zarathustra.

N.B. If you want to try the Romantic feeling of defying the Elements while driving the imaginary boat of your life, may I suggest you step on the windrose in Pesaro, in the month of February, while the north-west wind blows, the Mistral, messing up your hair, holding you arms up as in the attempt of embracing the universe (Titanic-style, so to speak). Oh, I almost forgot. Be sure nobody is around. They may think you are nuts. And what is even worse… they may not be wrong!

2 comments

  1. lo farò! c’è tanta poesia in quello che suggerisci…
    o forse l’ho già fatto.
    maybe I should do it again, together with the little “one” that is coming to life.
    I’ll tell you when I go (you can come with me, so that people will think we’re both nuts).
    la follia conduce a cose bellissime!
    auguri di nuovo. grazie per avermi suggerito Battiato e Corelli.
    grazie per la foto della piccola Costanza in the wind with diamonds.
    ti abbracciamo stretto, stretto.
    Anna & C.

    • Grazie a te, Anna, e ogni bene al piccolino che sta per arrivare fra noi!

      Thanks for inviting me to the windrose.

      I promise we’ll go there with our little ones, as soon as Spring arrives.

      After all, if Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

      A presto, my dear friend.

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