Authors: Giancarlo D’Orazio
Date Submitted: February 28, 2003
Article Type: Journal

Dreams, aspirations, joy of living, love for nature, freedom; this was all a kite meant, a long time ago, maybe fifty or sixty years ago.

Home-made kites A reed stolen from the vegetable garden, yes, the one mother used to support her tomatoes, Cut exactly in half with a kitchen knife. A handful of flour and a little water, and the glue was ready. Scissors, and brilliant blue and yellow paper bought at the store just down the road. A lovely blue kite, with a long tail, yellow and blue rings for wings.

Up high With quickened heartbeat, and eyes shining from the anxious joy of the first flight, running fast in the open field behind the house, running, running through the wind of our youth, watching our kite fly higher and higher, united to us by a long piece of unwinding string, high up against the sun. Indescribable joy! And how proud my little friends Renzo and Mimma, assistants during the construction of my blue and yellow dream. Proud, because the kite remained up there, firmly against the sun, proud, because I was the best during the summer kite competitions, The best in creating colorful dreams.

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