I just watched Piazza San Marco, perfectly empty in a quiet light, to slowly unravel from its stone and silence into a chattering crowd.
And there is this sculpture of Noah on the corner of the palace, falling to the floor, and his sons covering him and looking like they are going to die of embarrassment.
Anyway, forgive the senseless monologues that are totally out of step with reality. I don't know reality, I don't think it's possible.
I find difficult it to really write to you, not only because I have not seen you for so long, just because. But I must do what I do, hoping that you don't hate me, knowing it is probably unreasonable.
That being said, it is especially at moments like these when the world is still and I can think straight - that I hope that you, my strange friend, are very well wherever you are, and that somehow you understand.
And there is this sculpture of Noah on the corner of the palace, falling to the floor, and his sons covering him and looking like they are going to die of embarrassment.
Anyway, forgive the senseless monologues that are totally out of step with reality. I don't know reality, I don't think it's possible.
I find difficult it to really write to you, not only because I have not seen you for so long, just because. But I must do what I do, hoping that you don't hate me, knowing it is probably unreasonable.
That being said, it is especially at moments like these when the world is still and I can think straight - that I hope that you, my strange friend, are very well wherever you are, and that somehow you understand.
