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  • Elena Stanzoni
    I was in love with Elena Stanzoni when I was child. Maybe it was her
    height, her smooth, blond hair, or her sense of humor, I really don't
    know. Unfortunately, I didn't see her again after elementary school.

    Some months ago however, I saw her on a bus. She was standing in the middle of the bus. I didn't recognize her at first, but I noticed something equine. I can't explain very well what it was. Maybe it was her pony tail, her slouching posture, her height her thin and prominent nose or her constant movement and position changes. Her behavior reminded me of a horse.

    She called to me first, and I think she noticed my shock upon hearing her shrill voice, and that laugh made of frantic expressions and strange arguments.

    I said few words and upon arriving at my bus stop I said goodbye by patting her head softly. She seemed to appreciate this.

    For many days afterward, every time I saw a horse on television I thought
    of her and her horse-like qualities that I never noticed when I was a
    child.


    Quando ero piccolo a me la Elena Stanzoni piaceva. Sarà stata la sua altezza, i suoi capelli lisci e biondi, il suo senso dell'umorismo, non lo so. Sta di fatto che dopo le scuole elementari persi completamente le sue tracce.

    La rividi ormai ventenne su un bus, in piedi, in mezzo alla carrozza. Non
    la riconobbi, ma notai subito in lei qualcosa di equino. Non so
    spiegarmelo bene, ma quella pettinatura con la coda di cavallo, una
    postura dinoccolata, l'altezza, il muso, no anzi, il viso magro e
    sporgente, l'impazienza che la costringeva a continui movimenti e cambi
    di posizione, mi ricordavano l'atteggiamento di un cavallo.

    Fu lei a chiamarmi per prima e credo abbia notato il mio sgomento nel
    sentire quella voce stridula, quella risata fatta di tante i prolungate, quell'argomentare frenetico e divertito su argomenti a me sconosciuti.

    Dissi pochissime parole di circostanza, arrivato alla fermata del bus la
    salutai istintivamente con alcune carezze sulla testa. Lei sembrava
    contenta di quel gesto e se avessi avuto del sale in tasca glielo avrei
    porto sul palmo della mano.

    Per diversi giorni, vedendo cavalli in televisione, ripensai a lei, ai suoi
    cambiamenti, ai segni della sua equinità che nell'innocenza della
    fanciullezza mi erano sfuggiti.
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