The sun sinks slowly behind a veil of clouds. The benches and trees make a fine show showing off their best side on the top of the hill. I surrender to a state of semi-consciousness postprandial lying in a field of daisies, so browned by the sun's heat.
is there in the cradle of a limbo dream that I get lost and I surrender to a peace that looks a lot like a strange state of happiness. A relaxed lightness.
What if this? If it wins the dell'atarassia true happiness? If stupidity would allow us to attain this happiness, easier, faster, more durable? If the fit, the bend one's desires to what is achievable, it was the Darwinian solution to the complexity of life?
I have in mind the words of Oriana. And his stubborn to believe that, despite everything, men do not deserve the hatred that their reserve.