old-fashioned, out of place, in short, always outside. sinking their oars in the water cloudy with frightening quotes, angels of the mist, far away in the spirit of people and time, I chase. Correggio seemed so far away, but will be in two weeks. And in its way is something expected and not really aware that anything can happen, and then may or may not happen at all. As has already happened. We must prepare the ground, trains, travel, must sharpen mail that I write too clearly apparent that a few times and my inability to say anything sensible. Maybe because I like to observe more than write, I like to support the shoulders and head against the wall, and hear the noise it makes the night. I like people with all their inconsistencies, these inconsistencies that we know are in us and that many do not pretend to have. Free all, to pretend a perfection that does not exist. I am free to feel even more compelled to notice them and smile in silence. Free to feel that here there is little to fill, even though it was so nice to slip through the streets on summer nights, cycling. Moderately facts but not so much, to be able to achieve at the moment. It was so nice, it was so beautiful lagoon on the bench and the police are there to find, the sea after eight hours of macchiatoni that we remember so close. But not enough not enough. It is not my fault if I like the faces, though I like the confusion of the Bologna train station, if I like the dressing rooms filled with smoke, talk to the bus stops, the concerts of life it is six or sixty or six thousand does not matter, people is raining and you take my arm and I offer you their umbrella. When it rains, it rains. But in the meantime.
While preparing the squadron of view, my friends, gathering our ruthless cynicism of applause made bolognese and small beer, which we often use it among ourselves. Because if you go on stage, you must be aware that you can be killed. That you are liable to legal proceedings.
While I made peace with my past although more than a short war is always just a heated quarrel, and I said with a smile you taught me to be patient and I at the time I hated you for This is because I just wanted to get out of that salaprove underground and split the world but in the end I realized that you were right , that restlessness takes me again, but now I measure it, and forces. Will go through. And to think that instead you now do the concerts, not knowing what to take to the stage. And we toasted to two years away.
As I watch the beauty of those faces when you met her eyes narrowing slightly, because what you just heard is exactly what I wanted to hear, another word unless the word.
While drizzling out and crumbling projects spirits of the evening.
While my brother is growing every day and I feel it comes off slowly, as it should be, alternating presence and absence, alternating sleepwalking, hugs unexplained, and the illusion of eight years.
While studying the art of listening and increasingly out of place the verb study. It's time to live them, these rainy afternoons. Continuing to fill pages unnecessary, but they did much more harm when they were white.
