"is a beautiful thing .... Have a note, say a note to himself. Acknowledge that among a thousand, and bring her inside and me. You can not even believe it, but I tell you breathe when you breathe, waiting for you when you sleep, follows you wherever you go and I swear there moller until you decide to die, and then creperie with you. You can also ignore it, you can come here and tell me, dear me Pekisch sorry but I think I have really no note inside, and go away, just go away ... but the truth is that there's that note ... is there but you do not want to hear. And this is an idiot, a masterpiece of idiocy, really idiotic to stay in plaster. One has a note, which is his, and if left to rot inside ... no ... listen to me ... even if life is a hellish noise affilatevi ears until people get so tenetevela close, do not let him get away again. "
from" Castles of Anger ", by Alessandro Baricco.
I quote from the blog di Duccio, who against my expectations has written a post on" Without Blood "by the same author. I knew that I was hiding under all that hair a gentle heart! Here is the link: http://cabezas18.blogspot.com/
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