Sitting on the steps of the bar, on a bench by the lake or the edge of my bed, and stay still thinking about how the weather would be without the things I loved, how were the days without the people that I left.
A feeling of fear was with me constantly. It was like an old fountain, where a tap badly closed, transparent drops kept falling on the flat surface of the 'water that reached the edge of the basin of cement.
Toc, toc, toc
was one of those tanks to which ends sticking out of the inclined planes in which the women of the small mountain villages, leaned to wash their clothes. Toc toc toc
When the women came to fulfill his duties, gave a ride to the tap water by placing a violent motion that was going to break the surface of the liquid at rest. At that point the fear was expanding and there was nothing to do but wait for one of them returned to lay his hand on the faucet by opposing the motion reverse. Toc toc toc
And everything calms down.
Gradually I realized I owned the fountain, and I knew she had me and nothing could separate us. Then I began to listen even when the flow was violent, even when the intensity of fear I twisted the mind an unnatural position, until one day, he was one feeling, a feeling of sweet melancholy.
And now, day after day, plunging in 'water, listening to the drops fall on me. It sometimes happens that some passer-by, seeing them fall unconscious is preparing to close the tap, but I immediately reopen it and return to hear the sound, the sweet sound of my memories. Toc toc toc
words at random, about memories ... African
During a long night, I happened to dwell at length on the thought of my last years in Italy. The confusion of feelings that I had in my head, did not allow me to focus fully what I wanted to remember that time, leaving them confused and small fragments of the past. Then I started to write the words at random and without a logical order. Each of those words amounted to a series of chain reactions representing people and situations experienced in recent years.
... random words ...
Boario - behind the swimming pool - Gorzone - tin - BBQ - Lake Moro - cheese - Via Marone - Mechanical Department - Forst - Yaris - Valcamonica - concert - Soiano - Via hand - Conary - Loveno - Modam - Ukraine - Cooperative Riviera - Sagra - Iseo - Garden Bar - Sausage - salami - Wine - Glen - White Night "- village festival - Barcelona - Cevo - standard room - Trump Call - BS2 - technical - Viale Venezia - Marlboro red soft - SS42 - cum - Daddypalace - Villa dei Fiori - Malone - white building - memories of the dinner - presetting - polenta and cudighì - Zurite - Fabio Grosso - loft - Bilbao - Domanizavtra - Natalucia - The basket - Angle - Weddings various (not including mine) - the contract.
... thanks for the often unwitting co ...
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