I'm here to write is inevitable: the impressions as well as the name suggests, these impressions.
Milan is alienating. I want more air, more sun, more trees. The things that are missing here.
I find myself sitting on a sidewalk at night watching the reflection of a white van in a puddle. The car that dart. Or staring for long minutes, the flame of a candle by placing them questions like an oracle or a divine manifestation.
does not answer. Why do not you answer?
listen to the speeches of other people, I say. From anywhere in the universe I have come, in the first place where I was sure there was a population to primary orality. The word is so important to me that should be used sparingly.
The word is sacred.
Words are very sacred, when I'm with you. For this reason there are not ever.
Milan is alienating. There are days that I spoons in the freezer find myself trying to say nonsense, to have hallucinations.
Then there are other days.
There are days when I wear in bed happy, ecstatic to be a wait that never ends. Then there are days when I read my friend's in Corinth, with his head clearly somewhere else. Dreamy. One day when you make confidences, a light on and off TV, not the other way.
the morning I wake up early, the room smells of smoke. I wash my face, ride alone in a house that is not mine. I like to wake up before everyone and make coffee with a pencil casting his eyes. I like the soft light and delicate in the morning and the noise of the coffee that goes inside the mocha while I flip through the IKEA 2010 catalog.
There is a latent deep desire to have a home of my own. Choose the furniture. Clean the kitchen. Maybe I'm just growing. Cresco
even when I do the way home, his clothes the day before and a toothbrush sticking out of the bag. In the head bounce off the books of sentences Baricco, Milan stinks, the song of the bread. The air is cold and I feel strange.
alienated. But in the end who cares?
I feel that even if I do not know what I no longer see the sky or the stars in the sky there I'm already flying. Float.
They will see us waving from Such Great Heights.
