Conversation ...
"... I was with her head bowed. Meanwhile it rained and the days passed, months, and I had torn shoes, water shoes that I came in, and there was no longer anything but that ... life in me as a deaf dream, and hope, quiet. ...
That was terrible: the calm in hope. Believing humanity lost and did not do anything against fever, longing for forgiveness, to example, with him. I was shaken by abstract fury, not the blood, and I was calm, I did not want anything. ... " Elio Vittorini
"Conversation in Sicily"
Today I feel a little way: quiet but restless in the knowledge that it did not understand anything, not having built anything. Everything is smooth in his hands, unable to grasp it, understand it ... It will be the dull air of this late Sunday or early fall of this temporary crisis? Difficult season, autumn, and problematic thoughts and accommodation. And if you let it go, as life will, perhaps it would be easier?
because I do not think it is never easy ... Hello my
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