The Magical Cherry Tree
“ Due Ciliegi innamorati, nati distanti, si guardavano senza potersi toccare. Li vide una Nuvola, che mossa da compassione, pianse dal dolore ed agito’ le loro foglie…ma non fu sufficiente, i Ciliegi non si toccarono. Li vide una Tempesta, che mossa da compassione, urlo’ dal dolore ed agito’ i loro rami…ma non fu sufficiente, i Ciliegi non si toccarono. Li vide una Montagna, che mossa da compassione, tremo’ dal dolore ed agito’ i loro tronchi…ma non fu sufficiente, i Ciliegi non si toccarono. Nuvola, Tempesta e Montagna ignoravano, che sotto la terra, le radici dei Ciliegi erano intrecciate in un abbraccio senza tempo” [Anonimo]
“Two Cherry trees in love were looking at each other without being able to touch. A Cloud saw them and moved by compassion, cried and shook their leaves…but it wasn't enough, the two Cherry trees did not touch. The Tempest saw them, and moved by compassion, screamed and shook their branches…but it wasn't enough, the Cherry trees did not touch. The Mountain saw them, and moved by compassion, shook their trunks…but it was not enough, the Cherry trees did not touch. Cloud, Tempest and Mountain did not know that underground, the roots of the Cherry trees were intertwined in a timeless embrace” [Anonymous]
Every tree holds a story, some hold memories and beliefs: Marcel Proust’s narrator fell into a ‘remembrance of things past’ after dropping his madeleine in the tea made form the flowers of a linden tree...Each growth layer of the wild cherry tree contains a bit of the air from the land where I grew up: "La Brianza", the place I left when I moved to the United States.