From my left branch, I see the construction of the Tower of the Savior, it is made of white and red brick, sometimes it's soiled with black spots, but if you look carefully, you can see that they are human workers, supported by ropes and by wooden architectures.
After midday, under my lovable shadow, some workers speak about the provenance of the big statue, they said that, it comes from Milan and it was paid by a nobleman.
For decades and decades nothing happened, I saw only priests, nobles and poor people, all of them lovers of my shadow.
In the XXI Century a man built a small house for a child who does not like eat.
He hates his mother being chased everywhere the boy with a steaming soup and a shaky spoon, it is an hilarious scene but when they are in my house everything is different, he smile and eat a lot.
From here they can see everything the Apennines and the Adriatic Sea.
The dream of the little boy is to be independent, he really feels an adult man, he pretends to dress himself with clumsy results.
He wants to be at the margins to observe the behavior of the persons around him, he wants to see their true nature, he wants to be like a ghost.
Last night, I was woken up by the little one, he was in company with a small telescope and a torch.
He put the telescope on a root of mine and then he started to observe the moon with its craters for a magical coincidence, the radio sang a song of Eugenio Finardi, untitled "Extraterrestrial".
His dreams was to be like a plane, to fly above the heads of the people and avoid their terrestrial preoccupations.
.A mysterious force, transferred them to an unknown planet, the young boy was seated on a hard terrain, the oak was silent.
The boy raised his head, and looked at the black sky, punctured by white stars, forming new constellation, suddenly he thought, that they were out from the terrestrial solar system.
His first thought was to understand where they were, the only certainty was that they were in another galaxy, the first thought was: how we can measure the distance of our galaxy without instruments?
The Oak said: try to find a known star.
The oak tree was planted by an unknown force on a dry ground, without any trace of water, but its leaves were green.
Its branches were made of a shiny wood, that reflected the red light of the suns, the terrain was burning, like the sand after noon.
The light was so intense that, it was impossible to look around it was all red.
The most terrestrial moment was during the night when the boy slept in the little wood house, protected by the robust branches of the oak.
'Who spoke, the young boy said.'
'It's me, your ancient oak.'
'But how is it possible, that you can speak?'
'This is a mystery of the nature'.
'Do not be sarcastic with me, I am terrorised, I dreamt to live in another planet, but now.'
'But now what?'
'I proved in my skin, what means to be alone. I need.........'
'...Of a friend is not it?'
'You're right, can I Call you friend.'
'Only after a couple of minute, I should be you friend?'
'I know, but we are in a particular situation.'
