Wedding Centerpieces Using Lanterns

know why it continues to rain and I'm still listening to Einaudi

( black clouds )

Solitude: you must be very strong

to love solitude, we must have

good legs and a resistance out of the ordinary, you must avoid

colds, flu, sore throat, you should not fear

robbers or murderers, if you have to walk all

in the afternoon or even all night

we must do it with ease, to sit there;

especially in winter, with wind that pulls the wet grass, and with

Pietroni between the dirt wet and muddy;

there really is no comfort, no doubt about it,

than to have everything in front of a day and a night

no duties or limitations of any kind.

Sex is a pretext. For many the encounters

- and even in winter, the streets abandoned to the wind,

between stretches of dirt against distant buildings,

they are many - are just moments of solitude;

warm and alive is more body friendly

that anoints the seed and if leaves,
colder and deadly around the beloved desert;

is it fills you with joy, like a miraculous wind,

not the innocent smile or troubled arrogance

of the one who then he goes, he carries with him a youth

tremendously young, and this is inhuman,

it leaves no traces, or better, only one trace

which is always the same in all seasons.

... Remain intact all the things

and you can take half the city, I do not find yourself more;

the act is performed, its repetition is a ritual. So

loneliness is even greater if a whole crowd

waits his turn: a growth in the number of disappearances

-

the leave is flee - and the following looms over this

as a duty, a sacrifice should be made to

death.

... then for a breath

not scream or cry;

and that would be awesome if it was only just

fatigue, and perhaps

a bit 'of hunger. Enormous, because it would mean

that your desire for solitude could not be more pleased

,

and then what to expect, if that is not considered

loneliness

is the true solitude, one you can not accept?

No lunch or dinner or satisfaction in the world

equal to an endless walk through the streets of the poor,

where you should be unfortunate and strong, brothers of the dogs.

. Verses of the will - Pier Paolo Pasolini.