Alice in the mirror

One day, suddenly:

by Mida Casasco

One day, suddenly occurring: a small mountain church, a room inside time and in front of infinity.

In the Egadi you can also enter through a frame. Or a door.

Narrow and elongated doors, or small square windows that make a painting here anything; if you want.

Just KNOW how to look.

Look up, into such clear skies, or across.

Through openings that dot the houses, restaurants, bars, kiosks ..., and churches.

Yes, even the churches, like a tiny, very ancient church in a remote and solitary mountain which in front of a simple stone table on which a modest crucifix rests puts you in front of infinity.

A single room and a few steps to caress it all; behind a barely hinted shape of apse sculpted by who knows who and in front of an open painting, neither glass nor anything else, opens onto a blue overhanging between air and sea whose boundaries you cannot see.

And so, also KNOWING to notice.

Realizing that what they are letting you in is a jewel, if you can see it; it is a world still there in the light that is passing through it, like you.

Then "Alice through the looking glass" is you too, it seems to you, in that time and in that moment as you look and as you listen.

Because the Egadi Islands offer you just that: sounds, many sounds; beautiful, strange, particular, but silence, too, often.

Silence from that urban chaos to which we are so used if you want to move a little further than the port, the coves and the less easy places, if you are looking for it and you deserve it.

Silence to hear what you can never hear where traffic, traffic lights and roundabouts fight in a frenetic diabolical dance that sooner or later makes everyone angry.

This is how beautiful "sounds" speak and sing along the hard and mountainous profiles of the three small islands.

This is how you breathe, finally.

You breathe watching ... And you are grateful to him.

photo by Gianluigi Zautredi Boleto and Vito Vaccaro


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