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Finally the days are getting a bit 'shortening the time even though this summer seems to hold with this hot and muggy this, but like the idea that now will be little resistance that can make me high season.
was a bit 'that I wrote and I apologize, but to write with a little' feeling of need to create at least a little silence and when you are busy in matters of survival is not easy, the action you put it to rest a bit more 'later, so that the silence that will come after will have a different sense.
E 'impressive often thought of as being well belong to us and is the most natural thing in the days we live in and out, and other times when instead we feel all our efforts were negated by the effort, from what goes against our idea of \u200b\u200bgood, but while we build everything, you always see the same things happen to different people, the passage of time the colors change, questions that change with age, but in the end those Sometimes there are answers that have their silence or the silence of arrogance I understand.
Somehow everything ends in silence. For one reason or another. for truth, saccenza or exhaustion, and that is why everything becomes a struggle because it does not happen. As I said
is a period in which they are very busy with work other than photos, which I like, but at the same time I handle a little 'can devote to writing, what got me loose even to set foot in the blog today was to interview past two in the morning the other day to José Saramago (unfortunately died in June this year) and that the best-known for his novel Blindness.
How do you tell those who live on other planes, and those people who do not speak but flying a little 'how did De Andrè with his songs. and several other people with their art. Needless to say, we understand that these people are blessed with different aura, a little 'the feeling I had knowing that I know or Gianni Celati, Ezio Vendrame or for entirely different reasons, but there are people who live in other areas and sincerely Saramago I really thought that this genius as well as the service has neither parents nor children, but enjoys manipulating the existence and sees the changes in its transformation.
talks about the places, where he lives and where he lived, says that "
live in a place, but we live in the memory " he was the example of the fact that he lived in Tias in Portugal (where he is also dead), but what I remember in the countries that were continuazine until then had lived since his childhood, youth and beyond, and that those countries which he lives, for example, are countries of another time and another space, obviously (he spoke in Berlin), the Berlin that he could have lived in my head was alive, lived in his head, but certainly not the Berlin of today.
Although in itself may seem an obvious consideration, the manner in which the said mi ha fatto pensare molto, e penso faccia pensare molto in molti; ho pensato che sì, il presente significa che ciò che viviamo è una stanza per il nostro futuro, ciò che viviamo è la nostra ipoteca, è quello di cui vivremo, ma inteso proprio come spazio tempo, è l'altrove che ci salverà, è fermare la vita vivendola per poterla rivisitare.
Ed è davvero così perché quando ricordo, tutto è vibrante ancora, forse più di allora eppure quelle cose sono andate.
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