Here I am optimistic enough to arrive at the airport and shorts and sandals as a guest which wrong time, embarrassed and lost, I froze my enthusiasm for the holiday way back in the shadow of severe dell'egida 7 ° scarce.
A new cycle starts again today. New challenges and old challenges overcome worries me they support me. The effort to start is tempered by the sound of the sea that still have not faded as the laughter and deafening the innocent love of children left at home.
The feeling of home is strong and reliable to a poet par excellence of the portrait of a moment lived.
IN HOUSE
Yesterday, wandering in a neighborhood
hand out, I passed under the house where I used to get
teenager. Love
there s'apprese to my flesh,
with his prodigious strength.
And yesterday, as I passed that way
ancient
of a sudden magically enliven love
stones, stores, sidewalks, and
walls and balconies, and windows
nothing bad had remained there. How
Rista and watched the door,
Rist, and m'attardavo there under the house, my whole being
risprigionava
emotion, Serbia, please.
Constantine Cavafy
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