I loved when I got to know, I loved those shadows through which I saw the light,
when one day a door malchiuso
among the trees of a court
we show the yellow lemons.
I loved when the world was revealed to me the world, when suddenly a word that showed me something and I think I saw my reflection in those syllables.
I loved poetry, my true home were the books, anything I need to sudden energetic, heart-rending as poetry, verses that cry out for not having the , my answer, but I heard my questions very well.
in languages \u200b\u200bother than I loved, I loved that body in French, the English mind, that sly look, that smile in the dark in German and German I've learned to move me.
seems strange stammering as you learn different languages, the self is discovered. But it is this: not enough will scan the range of possibilities for access to the world that look sideways so valuable light on the lemons, their smell, pressure on the skin in his hands.
All that I have not loved is a window on the side vita, la saldatura di brecce. Non credo si possa amare senza scoprirsi - momento per momento - ad amare .
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