| Domingo, 7 de febrero de 2010 I have written to various friends, any will narrate the rosary of events that have happened (rather than all imagine). In them know my lines this cell, with nothing and no one, for me is a retreat where I book of my chain. Like others of my life, this gap slowly filling the light to draw out its hollowness the glow to my heart supplier becomes love, of this love that all I write. |
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| Oggi ho scritto a variety Amicizie, a rosary il racconto NESSUNA vicissitudes of the past (more than you can imagine). In my sentences I know that this cell, with nothing and nobody, for me is a place of retreat where free from my chains. Like others of my life, this hole, no hurry, it fills with light that emerges from its emptiness splendor that converts my heart in spring of love, of this love of writing at all. |
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