spat to have a name that was imposed by those who had made the mistake to do so arise. But later he decided to rename the word that encompasses the fate of all human affairs.
powder.
addition to the name change would have liked to do. To this hid behind sunglasses. A small consolation for those who had deceived a boy to change the world. The imagination to power, promised his fellow then. Instead we went to power them, without imagination and taking with him only the image.
He had divided into two categories: armchair and plume. Those were the worst of the chair. Careerists unscrupulous, but the presumption was not. It is surrounded by mediocre talent favoring loyalty, membership independence. And now to be denied a copy of the ugly monsters who wanted to break down in their youth. I felt him shudder.
Those of plume, however, felt sorry for him. Devoured by the desire to please and the worm to appear, unaware that this plume worn with much appreciation was just dust, like everything else.
He had shrunk his dreams until it had been possible to contain them in a hut on the ocean, where he repaired surfboards and no one came to repair him.
powder.
addition to the name change would have liked to do. To this hid behind sunglasses. A small consolation for those who had deceived a boy to change the world. The imagination to power, promised his fellow then. Instead we went to power them, without imagination and taking with him only the image.
He had divided into two categories: armchair and plume. Those were the worst of the chair. Careerists unscrupulous, but the presumption was not. It is surrounded by mediocre talent favoring loyalty, membership independence. And now to be denied a copy of the ugly monsters who wanted to break down in their youth. I felt him shudder.
Those of plume, however, felt sorry for him. Devoured by the desire to please and the worm to appear, unaware that this plume worn with much appreciation was just dust, like everything else.
He had shrunk his dreams until it had been possible to contain them in a hut on the ocean, where he repaired surfboards and no one came to repair him.
- Massimo Gramellini
- The last line of fairy tales
- Longanesi
- pages: 79-80
Reported by: Antonio
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