Yesterday I met Erri De Luca. It 'was an Italian afternoon. In his eyes and in his words I saw and heard the stories of my sister. consider value all life, snow, strawberry, the fly.
consider the value of the mineral kingdom, the assembly of stars.
consider value wine until 'the last meal , an involuntary smile, of fatigue and those who are not' saved , two old men who love each other.
value consider what tomorrow will not be worth 'more' at all what today is an understatement.
Consider it worth all the wounds.
consider value save water, fix a pair of shoes, quiet time, run to a cry , ask permission before sitting down, feel gratitude not remember that.
consider value to know in a room where is 'the north, and that' the name of the wind is drying the laundry.
consider the value of travel vagabond, the cloistered nun, the patience of condonnato, whatever is to blame.
value consider the use of the verb to love and the hypothesis that there is a creator .
Many of these values \u200b\u200bdid not know.
Erri De Luca
taken as having known Erri in San Diego.
consider the value of these tears and this line of mascara on her cheeks, my hands cold and my sensibility '. My desire to understand and justify. Consider the value this picture, at that time.
consider the value of silence in this room, the sadness in my eyes, smiles and laughter that sometimes overwhelm me. I consider this a value
American experience before, during and in the near future when, in my Italy again, assoporero 'perhaps as an afternoon Italian elapsed yesterday.
