Jan 2010 Gold Price/gram

- Memories Carmela? - Says to me, and I as I try I can not remember a girl with that name. Then I understand.

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Say the word love is embarrassing. The tongue stops, as tired of making a known location, which too often has been done and now does not want to redo. How to sound too well known. As the chants that are pronounced without regard to meaning. Or like the prayers that have a sacredness that often loses its content and becomes just a ritual. There is a moment, however, in which a word insalivated too many mouths chipped and operated by too many careless hands, becomes a blemish. It's not clear why, you could not retrace the path to the contrary, it can be redone. It just happens.

Hearing Maria whispered that verse, it seemed like he finally understood everything, as if he had given me the most valuable lessons that I went to look far, in the bottom of barrels of words, in the metaphysical theorems, and instead I was there, simple and fixed. Mixing as Bussolotti in the basket of thoughts and aphorisms I seek answers that did not satisfy me, I do not understand anything they had done. And now every time I have no knowledge, every time I miss the definition, every time I do not feel the final sense, now I know what the truth is love. The only chest that still listens and understands: the opposite of death.

R. Saviano et al., "You're out of place," Einaudi