Since my arrival in Nuoro after the forced exile in Nigeria until the moment when we said goodbye to the fringes' great for guests holed up in the imperial suite of SuGologone, now I have the impression that they spent only a few minutes.
But if 'I focus a moment in thinking about details, and I realize that' the success of any and every second spent in the "double vortex" had a different taste.
To give these flavors in the memory I'll try ', therefore, to identify the stages more' meaningful.
The final choice of clothing:
One of the key 'was definitely the choice of apparel for the ceremony. For obvious impediments professional (Nigeria is not 'exactly around the corner!) is the choice of my dress and 'consumed in that of Nuoro, just days before the wedding. Dress very classic and full support (even psychologically!) From sellers, parents and the bride. Everyone around to examine, evaluate, move, pull, suggest and appreciate.
After months of absolute depersonalization and aridity 'African hell, I am completely immersed in the atmosphere enveloping and reassuring of my land and my emotions. What
only be loved and have a common history. What only be known and recognized. What we are today and 'the result of the intensity' with which we interact with others yesterday.
Witnesses vs Priest "-3 dawn"
A vibration that I want to immortalize the memory certainly coincides with the moment when, along with witnesses and Manuela, we went to talk to the priest, just days after the fateful date . A perfect scene from the movie.
The groom and the bride, after years of shared emotions and experiences abroad, you are almost forced by circumstances to formalize their wish to be together, in the place that represents the origin, which gave him an identity 'and that mysteriously attracts them and repels them. Attracts them because 'is the comforting certainty of a place in one way or another sooner or later it will return', rejects them because 'return coincides with the culmination ... and feel alive is to run, do not get!
's night, and discovered that the church' and it is always open 'for all, to transmit a single magic moment.
Inside there is' a surreal atmosphere. I look in the shadows those marble statues in places suffering, those paintings that recall the apocalyptic scenes and celestial. The echo of footsteps on the cold floor sounds like a voice and eyes staring in the face of Jesus' I expect any minute to talk to or who can give me a sign, perhaps by moving the mouth or raising an eyebrow. Don Aldo
we would receive as a perfect landlord and asks us to wait a moment.
we all stay silent to enjoy our corner of inner reflection. Each of us are living different lives in different places, according to dynamics unique and unrepeatable. For a moment I think it absorbed into the race of life, is really a rarity 'by being all of them together and ready to confess in church after decades.
I do not know what others have said to Don Aldo, and I know 'that sum and more than 10 years' of humanity' does not count, what matters is' the feeling of being honest 'in speaking to the present. Exciting!
Reception matin
The first thought just opened my eyes and 'thought was a fascinating and serene ... I thought: "I want to enjoy every second of this magical day and more ', at least in the next three hours, I do not have to do is stay in my house and get people smiling and happy to share my joy." And so
'a bit' at a time, between a handshake, a kiss, a hug and an intercom, the house is empty and 'gradually filled, becoming key Nuoro in the fair copy of a Hollywood party. How nice to have all friends and family historians them with you while you sip and savor the sweet myrtle a more 'good in the world, purchased in most stores' and renowned Nuoro Oliena from my mother and the mother Manuela. Entertain guests in the balcony, showing to strangers the fabulous views of the city 'by the magic of perspective and a group photo and one I enjoy a warm September sun matin characteristic of Nuoro.
Only the arrival of Mauro, my future brother-brother of the bride and her witness, she was like waking from that dream of enjoyment. It was obviously there for me, to accompany me as usual at the bride's home.
The arrival home of the bride
Who knows' how many times did you 'happen to see to pass through the streets of your town,' the classic car of the newlyweds. Pleasantly annoyed by the repeated beeps are sure that at least once you too have incusiositi peeked through the windows. Imagine for a second to be inside the car "peek", while retaining the excitement on your way to the stronghold of the bride.
Outside the car, life goes on as usual, but inside everything is amplified.
Then arrive at your destination, park the car and up the stairs and see the flowers, decorations, people smile and even if you have not realized yet what is going well ... the birthday you!
Then you open the door, your mother-in-law welcomes you excited than ever and sees the flash of the photographer starting to repeat a few steps away.
And then here's the vision. See your girlfriend wear a wedding dress and magically 'something that surprises and really breathtaking. To say the least beautiful!
We look at both for a few minutes, saying nothing, simply smiled satisfactorily. We say goodbye and let us meet in the church.
It 'definitely a magical moment ... and the clouds so 'disturbing place to have a warm but beautiful sunny september.
Arrival Church in the fateful "YES"
As usual I came first in the tiny Church of solitude, accompanied by my parents and their pleasant emotion. During the short drive I've enjoyed their every comment, every jolt them and also the nervousness of the moment. Even Nuoro, out there, seen through the windows of the car, seemed to want to join the party in its comforting estate '.
Then suddenly the car stops. The front is' a micro church full of history and charm, placed at the foot of Mount Ortobene in the historic district of St. Peter, where as a child I fought many battles with a ball between your feet. The Church and 'packed and beautifully decorated, and as I approach the entrance, arm in arm with my mother, I seem to be the real protagonist of a film. I do not know where to turn around, everyone calls me, I have lived with each of their adventures, follies, likes and dislikes ... and now all there for me and Manuela, to share this moment of passion.
I dwell on this thought for a few seconds and release yet another mental snapshot. Opposite the entrance greets me
Don Aldo and once again, as would a good host, invites us to enter. A few minutes later I get Manuela in the distance, accompanied by her brother. An entrance to superstar! All eyes are on her and her beautiful dress. The coming down the aisle to the altar of the Church and micro 'long and difficult. Thousand handshakes, hugs stolen one thousand frantically ... oh look who's'! Hello beautiful, hello beautiful ... in a moment ... !
And here we are. The moment of truth 'and' come ... and it 'a wonderful time!
front of us, the priest began to celebrate the rite, a ritual that doubt in most cases is perceived as a nuisance before the real party. But not in this case. The first two words were enough to transform the ritual in a moment of reflection and the priest in Don Aldo.
The pronunciation of the fateful "Yes", the exchange of rings, readings, looks happy with the witnesses, the emotion of Manuela and the words of Don Aldo has really touched everyone present. A couple
launched in full swing, working to discover the world, returning to our roots to share his desire to stay together, the one place that knows who you are ...
Then a kiss, a look of understanding after watching the rings and the silence we plunge back into the magnificent chaos of the party, late night ... as befits a "wedding special"!
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