It can be written anywhere, but it cannot be written anyway. The road he walked is lit by landmarks, some with the friendly name of mint or cornflower, others foggy with the name of smoke and coffee. The lines were written vividly, sometimes dreamily, often soliloquially, with an ancient ink, made long ago and given to thought with sympathy and gratitude. My time - they were with obligatory people, beautiful in being, brave by chance, second-rate athletes and chance in the race of destiny. The lyricism of these pages is dependent on the question "what would have happened if". Beyond the rhetorical sign of the book, one can dream, one can rebuild the bridges of yesteryear, the flags wake up in sentinel posts and the ports begin to bloom on their cliffs and forgotten afternoons, for the tired traveler and the hurried reader to live.
CRISTIAN EGIS
It can be written anywhere, but it cannot be written anyway. The road he walked is lit by landmarks, some with the friendly name of mint or cornflower, others foggy with the name of smoke and coffee. The lines were written vividly, sometimes dreamily, often soliloquially, with an ancient ink, made long ago and given to thought with sympathy and gratitude. My time - they were with obligatory people, beautiful in being, brave by chance, second-rate athletes and chance in the race of destiny. The lyricism of these pages is dependent on the question "what would have happened if". Beyond the rhetorical sign of the book, one can dream, one can rebuild the bridges of yesteryear, the flags wake up in sentinel posts and the ports begin to bloom on their cliffs and forgotten afternoons, for the tired traveler and the hurried reader to live.
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