Leave a pear out of the refrigerator, the pear in a few days withers. If this is not just a metaphor for the human being to become transient, "and" would not be equal to "two EMMECI" and everyone would feel free to say its because Famo then how the hell we please.
The chronological pear rolls on the ridge, take the direction of time and sailed on the old, more or less uniformly transported from one carrier to the edge of the ocean, where to start for maybe forever in the sky with diamonds .
The memory is not a pear. Does not roll like water overflowing from the bowl of voluntarism aware and takes the form that meets like when you dream of talking to someone and that someone, that you should be at least as a director, he said, peremptorily, ensemble of concepts that you did not know he would say.
memory makes sure that during the day and save as the excel file you are working on for a moment see the courtyard where you were playing hide and seek, the question of constitutional law and the course of San Benedetto del Tronto after a show. Without any contingency logic. Do you remember someone you've seen ten years ago and then most likely you forget it for another ten years or forever. The memory is by nature secession claims autonomy, can not bear the conscience of the state. The necklace catalog is just an attitude fideist.
What we did today and the eye than an afternoon Torvajanica? is it possible that I have heard in traffic dell'ardeatina a camping orbetello? And Luke, I had not seen for years and in fact I even saw today, he too will have eaten a sandwich when we cross the supermarket? What central villa Lazaroni to seven in the evening with the fact that I ordered a stamp in Buffalo? and that time in the sea in Sabaudia ... just when Arsenal scored.
memory breaks, crosses, out the door and falls out the window.
The memory that is perhaps to call when it's time to leave.
memory sovrincisa pears.
Do you remember once
You could hear only the sound of the river in the evening
Remember space
whole kilometers
few cars then
The songs on the radio
Matches stage
On the shoulders of my father
The fountain sang
It was clear that air
Tell me that was so
There was also the carousel
In our house, and the music he played
girl I dreamed
An evening dress with three thousand skirts
You already took him to the woman who
There was always a great sun
And the night was beautiful as you were you
And there was also the moon much better now
Much more so
How as it is
That was no room even for fairy tales
And a glass riluccica
America seemed
And who has seen never
And then shut up and shut up
The snowfall of '56
Rome was all white
All clean and shiny
You tell me yes the 'you've seen her so
What those times Rome was all white
All clean and shiny
You tell me yes you've seen her so
How long ones.
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