Read for the first time a book by Alessandro Baricco, who always has clouded as an artist and human being - first read at the nearly twenty years, a book as mare Oceano is one of the pains I have felt happier. Not reading is a mourn (se) per line. Even the punctuation marks are withering.
Fascination. It is something like this: Fascination. Es
Printing; truth.
This thing cliché Search Inside! And this other thing bloody: the belly of the sea.
I keep fragment or promise, because it is an unbreakable whole. Is that a fear. Find a fear-of-,-in one-,-to one. (Before Oaceano Mare, it is necessary Silk or Silk or Noveccento Noveccento .. must be this: slowly coming to the sublime.)
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