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last lesson ç_ç

Two words, as they are exhausted. I need to stop spinning like a top @.
@ But I wanted to copy at least part of the text that we read yesterday about writing, at the end of the last, beautiful lesson in the course of writing.
I'm thinking of doing something very masochistic about it. But I come back to, like come back to the course ...
now aspire only to the couch *-*


But alas, it does little with verses when writing too soon.

should know how to wait, collect, and possibly your whole life long, sense and sweetness, and then, at the very end, you could probably write ten good lines. Because the verses are not, as people think, feelings (that you buy early), are experiences. To write a verse must see many cities, men and things, you know the animals, we must understand the flight of birds and understand the gesture with which the little flowers open in the morning. One must be able to think back to itineraries in unknown regions, to unexpected encounters and leave provided from time to days of childhood still indecipherable to parents who were forced to hurt when they bring a joy that we did not understand (it was a joy for someone else), to childhood illnesses that began so strangely with so many heavy and deep transformations, to days in quiet rooms and libraries and to mornings by the sea, the sea, especially in the seas, to nights of travel that went with a high noise and flew together to the stars - and still is not enough to think about all this. You have to have memories of many nights of love, no two are alike, cries of pregnant women and mild, white mothers sleeping that heal. But we must also have been close to dying, you have to be sat next to the dead in the room with the window open and noise intermittently. It is still not enough to have memories. Must know how to forget, when is too much, and have great patience to wait to return. Because the memories themselves are not yet. Only when they become blood in us, look and gesture, anonymous and no longer distinguishable from ourselves, only then can it happen that in an exceptional time rise from their center and flows the first word of verse.

[Rainer Maria Rilke, "The Notebooks of Malte Laudris Brigge" ]

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Without words. Chills

I return from a day at the Book Fair and the first to disappear for a couple of weeks of isolation from the study wanted to write something.
Then I open the mail and found a news story. I go on the site of the "Republic" and I find confirmation.

http://www.repubblica.it/2008/05/sezioni/politica/insulti-schifani/insulti-schifani/insulti-schifani.html

And I have no more words.
I only regret having to blame Labor for giving them the opportunity to close CheTempoCheFa. Just as it was unable to cope with that berciatore Sgarbi had become my idol) although I'm not particularly a fan I always thought that at least one of the first documented mention it ... anyway, se una persona fa accuse non fondate ad un'altra si denuncia quella persona, fine.
Se se ne fa un caso, viene il sospetto che ci sia qualcosa da nascondere.

Finirà che chiuderanno anche Report e quel minimo di informazione "altra" che avevamo, addio .

Considerato che ho concluso la mia Fiera del Libro con un incontro su Peppino Impastato, tutto ciò mi rende ancora più triste.

Che fine stiamo facendo?

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Sono l'unica ad aver avvertito un brivido gelato lungo la schiena per the opening of this new ministry? (... And not talk about the Minister).
Mah ..

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Good luck, Italy.

There will very much over the next five years.
I'm going in search of the knee of the time when playing volleyball. I suggest everyone to take precautions.
Unless miracles (but we still believe?) The fall, this time, it will be ruinous.