I had a dream

 

As I already said, I started practicing yoga late in life. But by accident I knew its existence since I was a boy, when it was practically unknown to most of us – certainly not the fashionable machinery that it has become today.

I used to go on vacation to a village in Italian Alps. In our band of friends there was that Roberta, a stunning girl we were all hopelessly flirting with, and who incidentally a few years later ruined herself due to some wrong choices and connections. Well, we often met at her house to play cards – a game named Machiavelli. One day, when we get there, I saw her doing a sequence of balanced but physically intense movements, real acrobatics to my eyes, and she told me that what she was doing was called yoga.
 
The truth is that I had completely forgotten that event - it came back to me last night in a dream. Why that? Maybe the practice is awakening things that have long been dormant in me, maybe it was just an emotion I had to observe and wipe out, maybe I made it all up ...