Lonelinets
The Loneliness of the Nets
2 min read by Stefano Fristachi.Published on . Updated on .
The nets that protect the games
That maintain the sense of team
That separate the meeting point
Crosses from the sweaty air
That resist the harsh life
That also fool the sun
Like us
Lonely
Hit by the sun
Entertained by the wind’s blows
Swollen in the face
they fall down
but they never give up
Slapped by sure voles
Shaken by a penalty
decided at the last second
Incest of many dunks
Lonely
Abandoned like stray dogs
In the cold of the Sundays’ end
They don’t win and they don’t lose
Networks of the fields that have never leaved
Between buildings under construction
Between a kick-off whistle and a train passing
Between the churches and a childhood memory
Between the leather and the dressing room
And the showers
Empty
Pitches
Lonely
Under the snow
The loneliness of the nets
Which keeps company with memories
That smells of tennis
Grass
Teammate fatigues
Tangled at the time
Like the soul
Lonely
Did you ever hear the sound of the nets? Not possible; this sound is only perceivable when the nets are alone.
Loneliness is understood as an inability to love and offer solidarity. We may not free ourselves from loneliness, and it is, therefore, a good thing to make an honest agreement with it. Loneliness shows human beings all the misery of life. It leads to hopeless accounts of ourselves, confronted with reality. It is precisely for this reason we need to be strong, to bear the lonely weight throughout the days of life — no comfort, except perhaps a tremendous, desolate freedom to get lost in. A turn to disappear, to escape from life.
In the most terrible hour of the evening, when the passing day’s weight is still sinking, a scream, a cry, is breaking from the throat. Must resist, must struggle with this weakness. Solitude is yes, a tremendous weight, but it is also love: a love for freedom, for the poor roads and fields of the world.