The snow I like it so much. Even more so after a difficult week. In a sense, the snow hides. After a bad night, this morning, early, I went to the center, at the precise moment when the snow seemed stronger. And I walked in the alleys of the city.
The silence seemed to me sad, after so many useless words of the last seven days. Da Costa Masciarelli felt, wadding, the fake bells of the Holy Souls. A Square of the Sun, only the water of the fountain. I was sorry to leave footprints in the snow, it was so beautiful. It seemed to me more beautiful, more ugly I felt.
to waste words every time, every time to defend positions, to think and rethink what just to say, to never strive to understand where we went wrong, if we are reduced to insult, to defend ourselves from press releases, to think that this frame in which we live is exportable. And the sense of failure I was tangled. I thought it was right to think of me, and that's it. Finally go on a diet, because the excuse of the earthquake does not hold anymore. Finally put an end to schierami, to say what I think, to take positions even inconvenient enough. And the more I distanced myself from my footprints in the snow, I was more evil. The more I thought about the frozen grass at the edges of the alleys, the more my stomach writhed. And I kept thinking how it was possible not to hear the call of those streets, it was possible to stay calm and get up in the morning just to write, again, that the work of others is and has been useless, manipulated. And we're crazy, dirty, in bad faith and not worthy of expressing different opinions. So for everything, everywhere.
all against all.
I felt so bad that I deleted all photos from this morning, L'Aquila because it deserves much more. It I only one, is the Square of the Sun
I'll do most anything that is not actually working for the city, directly or indirectly. Work hard. Beginning with the cleanliness of streets available. I will. And I hope that at least the city, the silent, ruined, abandoned, will make me feel better. Why do people at the moment, are pursuing a unico obiettivo: far sentire gli altri inadatti, sporchi, approfittatori, con una superficialità non degna di un popolo terremotato.
In centro vi assicuro, si respira aria pulita.
Aliena vitia in oculis habemus, a tergo nostra sunt
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