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is essential is invisible to the eye


a good word. here's what we expect. a word that pierces the cloud cover, which dispel the rain.
maybe a lie, because the good words often lie to themselves.
a word you already know Christmas, thrown there by chance, for free. because what is free is what matters.
to school I have two friends, one is called Rashidul and the other Paul.
paul is a guy down for fifteen years, slightly older and rash that when he learned that I had passed the contest was like a light bulb lit up with happiness. felt that I would be for the entire school year in its class.
Paul I and now I wanted to know when we meet in the corridors "five" never fails.
they know what is free and do not need to read the chapter XXI of the Little Prince to know that "the essential is invisible to the eye."
hours it rains, I enjoy this time of freedom and then I start to correct a quintal of tasks. I would be lying to say that it's okay, the same if I told you is wrong.
goes ... evergreen in an attempt to put order in my closet existence.
when I was younger I did not love the rain, but today, yes. The same applies to the haze hovering low over the city when you wake up. I like over the years more and more things and moments I remember when my cat by analogy made pasta on my legs, purring curled before.
there is also a wonderful poem by Ungaretti: Christmas. good in these days the month of November, where the gray color has the upper hand on the rusty early autumn.
now looked everywhere and I copy and paste.
hello hello ...



I do not want to dive into a ball

road

I'm so tired

shoulders

Let
well as a resting
what


in a corner and forgotten


Here
not
feels the heat more


I'm good with
The four somersaults

smoke of the hearth


Naples, December 26, 1916