Senza paura

10 anni fa sono salita sul volo per Düsseldorf. Mio padre m'aveva accompagnato all'aeroporto di Perugia, erano le 6 di mattina. Il mio soggiorno Erasmus iniziava.
Prendemmo un ultimo caffè insieme, prima di salutarci. Alla radio suonava No Regrets, di Robbie Williams, e anch'io pensai: non rimpiangerò nulla.
Allora non sapevo ancora che quello fosse il primo viaggio verso la Germania. Dura tuttora.

THE ROAD NOT TAKEN

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost