It's cold, winter is coming.
Or perhaps, the layer of ice covering the sidewalks, is already a symptom of the season?
track of time, does more for me, I abandoned, as you would with a paper that wraps a piece of candy.
I have discarded the time, he decided to run, fast and free.
It 'Sunday, and as usual I'm alone. This morning
ho deciso di uscire presto di casa, una passeggiata meditabonda, prima di raggiungere il locale dove oramai la colazione finesettimanale è diventata abitudine dolce.
Tra profumi di brioches e caffè, le parole di una tavolata di signore in età avanzata si profondono in discorsi vuoti e pregni di banali luoghi comuni.
Che sia una prerogativa, quando si rende necessario trovare un modo per riempire delle giornate altrimenti oramai vuote?
Apro la mia borsa, e recupero il libro che ultimamente ha deciso di affondare le proprie lettere nel mio cervello. Mi sta piacendo.
Tra gli altri personaggi, un po' originali, che mi passano davanti agli occhi, una piccola cagnetta bianca che si siede ai miei piedi, fissandomi ad ogni movimento I do to bring the croissants at the mouth.
me is nice, but with that nose crushed.
An old man enters with a firm step. Bring a waterproof, beige, and cocoa-colored hat. She has long white hair, slightly wavy, and a large well-kept goatee.
A curious detail for a man in later years. The curious blue eyes smiling, while the rest of the face, has an earnestness almost impassible. In observing his movements, as expressed when ordering their breakfast, as he flipped through a newspaper a few moments later, is to ask myself who might be in his previous life. Such a distinction makes me curious, and the imagination runs.
Torno, meanwhile, place to sink into the waters of blank pages that take place in front of my eyes. When it resurfaces, I'm back on the street, walking.
He started to rain. The loops are transformed into beings with colored heads, all the same, which differ only in that drag their feet to avoid the puddles that quickly re-formed on the layer of brilliant diamonds frozen.
The library, where I purchase my drug of choice is open. Decided to make a walk, the weather can change pace, slowing down.
In here everything seems more quiet, the silence will be?
The hours pass between the smell of ink and paper. How can you resist a book dall'annusare when you find it in your hands without even know it? Reflections often unconditional.
Days like this, give me the opportunity to find a dimension that is often lost sight of. A more intimate and profound, I see myself that it seemed a tortured and banished from a hectic life and unsatisfactory. There's more. It 's just buried, sometimes comes back. Other times he sleeps for a long time.
A pearl of wisdom comes from the lips of a middle-aged man smoking a cigar while talking to what looks like an old friend "the problem is all there, there is no time to really be yourself!" .
The return home is accompanied by the thought of empty rooms, deprived of stimuli that only the road can give. Yet I am happy. Happy to exist.
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