"It's the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important."
That's right; fox absolutely right when he says these words to the Little Prince.
is the time you spend doing something for a person who makes that thing or that person so important!
Time: The Invention of the most valuable that exists in the world.
Who can not agree with the words of the fox friend of the Little Prince?
Is it not true that we chase all the time, everywhere?
Is it not true that all we would like to have more and more to attend to all the daily chores that pile up on each other, taking away il respiro?
Non è forse vero che due innamorati non passano le ore che li separano, nella speranza che trascorrano in fretta e si lamentano, perché nel momento in cui le vivono sono sempre troppo brevi?
Il Tempo è il regalo più prezioso e più costoso che si possa fare a qualcuno. Non si può vendere, non si può comprare. I soldi non c’entrano nulla. Lo si può solo regalare.
Chiedete a un anziano che si sente solo se non vorrebbe che il suo nipotino trascorresse almeno un’oretta alla settimana in sua compagnia!
Chiedete a una moglie innamorata se non vorrebbe che suo marito le dedicasse più tempo di quanto gliene riserva!
Chiedete a un bambino se non vorrebbe che tutto il tempo an adult was directed entirely to him!
is true: Time is a great gift to make! But you can not just give it to others. You can give to yourself.
Indeed, it must give to yourself!
And what better way to spend the time that it gives us only with a good book?
"What a bore: a thick book full of words! Not even a picture! Only rivers of ink and black spots that run on for pages. Reading is a waste of time!" some may say.
was about what Alice said, before going to sleep and go to Wonderland.
Yet, a book is not just that. A book is not just a pile of pages follow one another - it seems - infinite, filled with short or long black spots, stripes of dull ink.
A book should not contain illustrations by force not to be boring.
A book has the power to make people laugh, to cry, to reflect, to imagine, to make the heart beat, to travel and visit new places, but above all, a book is, beyond all expectations and imagination, the best means of socialization.
"How is it possible? When you read a book is in silence and alone. So how can a book be an instrument of socialization?".
This is the question that almost everyone I do.
The answer is that I do read a book is to know a lot of people!
Who you know you can be friends, enemies, acquaintances, but socialization is inevitable!
Think of the first book that comes to mind, anything you like. How
, describing it to a friend, begin to describe the place where there is the story told, as there are characters, who they are and what they do, who is the protagonist, who is the antagonist ...
many will notice, however, that all characters correspond to those people? Existing
or not, these characters are people.
are men, women and children. They have names, faces, personality, a character. Born, they die. They dress, eat, sleep, love, cry, laugh, suffer, get sick, drive, fight, kill, beat, investigate, on horseback, they have dogs.
Some have a home, other, less fortunate, not a street corner or a bench. All
think, speak, move.
Everyone has a past, present and future. Everyone has a personal history that is interwoven with the stories of the people around him.
And maybe a reader does not come into contact with these individuals? Not perhaps its history is interwoven with those of the people that are reading it? It starts slowly
to know every one of those people, their history, il loro modo di affrontare la vita, il loro personalissimo modo di parlare, gesticolare, imporsi al mondo?
A chi non è mai capitato, leggendo un libro, di identificarsi con un personaggio o di prendersela perché non condivide l’atteggiamento di uno di loro?
A chi non è capitato di commuoversi per la sorte della piccola fiammiferaia?
A chi non è capitato di suggerire all’investigatore quell’indizio che sembra essergli sfuggito?
A chi non è capitato di stizzirsi per la disonestà di Don Rodrigo o di provare ribellione per la stupidità delle faide tra le famiglie di Romeo e Giulietta?
A chi non è capitato di sperare che Pinocchio riuscisse ad uscire dalla pancia della balena?
All this happens because the reader identifies with the characters, because their stories in the fragments of their lives: the pain of losing someone, the hope that a bad situation can be resolved, sadness, the loneliness, anger 's misunderstanding ...
happens to those who are friends of those characters and that, in the pages of the book they hand, they read the life and personality of those new travel companions.
Yes, because they are fellow travelers, the stars of a book!
Although not physically exist, accompany us in our daily lives, teach us that sometimes it is better to have patience, which is sometimes better to leave, leave and leave everything behind. Or teach that we must get angry, you can hope that we can behave with kindness and be "always polite, because everyone you meet fighting a hard battle" (Katrina Kittle, few things for your trip , Sonzogno, Milan 2000).
Sometimes we make choices and decisions before the eyes and reassure us that we do not share in their own way, about our attitudes.
How many people I know in the books! How much experience I gained from them!
I have dozens of new friends, and they approve it, and I respect their choices, some I admire greatly the courage, I dislike to someone, I feel more sadness, compassion for others.
But every person I know through the pages of a book, like every person I meet and know in real life teaches me something, enriches me, show me a new point of view, a new perspective, new ways to follow, or just the way that is best avoided.
It teaches me to have patience, because you can never know the past of a person who has just met, and sometimes we may react in a superficial and impulsive, hurting someone's feelings, just because we did not have the patience to understand or listen to him.
teaches me to trust in others and in life. Teaches me the optimism, love and respect. Teaches me that some do not make it sad and choose roads, but other, stronger, decide to challenge the life and fight to win.
Why read, then? To learn
. Not the things they teach in school, not out of duty or obligation, not culture.
Reading, learning how to live! To learn that not everyone reacts to life in the same way. Reading, to know people, make new friends, to have examples of positive and courageous behavior, for instance, inappropriate and inept escape. Read
to make friends. Read
to rejoice, to suffer, to share, think, try to imitate, to undertake not to imitate.
read for a living. That's why when
arrivo all’ultima pagina di un libro mi sento quasi ferita nell’animo: perché mi sembra quasi di perdere gli amici che ho conosciuto.
Ci sono libri che trasciniamo nella lettura, perché sono pedanti, di difficile comprensione, scritti in un italiano poco scorrevole. Alcuni però li trasciniamo, perché non vorremmo finissero mai! Sono quei libri che ci hanno lasciato qualcosa dentro, che hanno impresso in noi delle emozioni, delle sensazioni, delle idee o dei pensieri.
Arrivare all’ultima pagina di un libro, chiuderlo e riporlo sullo scaffale da cui l’abbiamo tolto, o riportarlo in biblioteca, è un po’ come accompagnare un caro amico alla stazione e vederlo allontanarsi lentamente, mentre greets us from the window. We can run after the train, but will disappear anyway.
However, as the friend has left an imprint in our hearts as we remember him despite the distance, so a book leaves us in a track. His players left us an example and, although riporremo the book on a shelf, what we have known and who taught us those things, will remain in our hearts and in our memories and will help shape our future and our history .
Here, then why read.
to live.
Read! Live! And pleasantly
suffer every time you turn the last page of a book, because I just want to browse another, to meet altra gente, farvi nuovi amici e realizzare nuove esperienze!
Buona lettura a tutti, quindi! E buone amicizie!
P.S. Siete di quelli che odiano la lettura? O fate parte di coloro che la adorano? Siete di quelli che dicono di non aver mai tempo per leggere? Di quelli che non riescono mai a finire il libro che hanno iniziato? Di quelli che non hanno voglia di leggere? Di quelli che credono che leggere non serva e sia una noia insostenibile?
Vi consiglio 138 pagine di tutto quello che pensate e di tutto quello che non pensate: Daniel Pennac, Come un romanzo.
Prima di leggere qualsiasi romanzo, saggio, raccolta di poesie…sfogliate questo libricino e poi fatemi sapere cosa ne pensate!
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