
A Dream
Tonight I had a strange but beautiful dream. I cannot interpret it, but the tenderness that it left gives me a feeling of nostalgia. There was a voice that always repeated the same words to me “Write, hurry up, write!”. It was not a warning, rather a determined invitation, almost peremptory, but sweet, because confidence showed through that hard yet so mild inflection of the … Continua a leggere A Dream