Uuuuuh, scientist ariecco u! First of all sorry heart, my dear comrades! It's been more than two months since I last updated the blog. Some of you will say, I was so well these two months, now behold again this! It was in August when I wrote the last post and it was terribly hot, but now it seems to be in the storm ... oh well it happens, my friends! I was pleased to review all of you after the summer ... although I must say that the reading room of Via Salaria now has become a tea room. If at least there was already a healthy one would be something, but it seems the special department of the CIM. ... And oh well! In August, I realized that the blog had reached zero degree of communication, especially in the game to guess our dear guests! Which is why I decided to remove at least this category. Now this space will be devoted to poetry more firmly. We will see whether to continue the stories of my "Experiments sociological "or not. ... what will surely be heading the" distinguished guests "which for now includes only the name of Eugenio Montale.
But another reason, my crazy friends, kept me away from these pixels: I wondered what it's writing poetry. I see the world tinged with gray, adult life unfolding before me, the little everyday realities that savor every day: it's all very far from illusions, from the nobility of feelings, dreams. Everything is concrete, everything is quick, everything is a fact. There is no time for abstraction, reflection, the word. He still flirts with the charm of words? I do not think, my deluded friends.
But, despite everything, below you will find three of my thoughts. They belong to different times.
And then, finally, I decided to get back in front of my computer. This is thanks to you, my friends.
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