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"The truth is that the scientific way of looking at a fact not is how to look like a miracle. "

L. Wittgenstein

are in the arcades, with the shopping bag in his right hand, a nuisance. And there is a January intrusive, vulgar, they force you cold in a speech at a shelter. The trajectory of a game anyone have the right or left, that look a spit of thirty centimeters, that before drying increases the cold. But this is the time when my day as a half-plane. Between six and seven is the paralysis that look. Today, unawares, catches me in the street. I go out from the arches, fifty yards from the house, the legs are the first sign of the event. As hot water, which is open from the inside, rises to the head. The head falls, relies on a few muscles. And it's like it would break his neck, as we opened the neck Polyphemus eye, wide, a synesthesia, in which the view is mixed to the air, more space. The tear is a contrazione della metamorfosi, il suono che avverte che ora il cielo cade nel collo. Gli occhi normali si vergognano. Un po’ di sangue, prima che cicatrizzi sporca la nuova retina-trachea, nutre un immagine di cielo, la realizza.

(Questo scrivevo lo scorso Gennaio...)