It 's like a clamp that grabs the heart. As soon as you exit the train, without even time to breathe. A look at the station, the same faces every day consumed. M. port the bar, happy with his campari-and-wine. It 'just came out from work and that is his reward, his bowl to show the world and say' hey, I'm still here after all, still alive. "
few steps and anxiety that begins to mount, the legs are heavy, hand on heart, as should break out at any moment. How many times you tell your doctor of confidence: "Hey Emanuele, everything is ok, you're fit as a fiddle, if you want to do blood tests ..." "But I made a month ago ..." "So let it be, is just a little 'anxiety, the change of season, maybe a little' sports you might do well "
's so that yesterday I found myself in a swimming pool, surrounded by dozens of colorful headphones, eyes bloodshot from the chlorine that you look to see who you are. Because everyone knows everyone here, even if only by sight, and definitely ready to have some anecdotes about you, to tell the evening for dinner to break the silence, broken only by the usual cries of the announcer on duty on television.
There is also plenty to do in Macerata, "Ehhh, you pull a living," say all the umpteenth "How are you?" "How are you?" Which is repeated like a litany dozens of times throughout the day. The same very people who meet every day, and there is always a reason to stop talking. Was only common courtesy ol'imbarazzo necessarily having healthy, however, in having to share a mild thrill, knowing full well that no one can change the course of your day planned in detail since the night before, when the clothes have been washed and ironed selected and pulled out of the closet ready to be shown to the world to understand that you, after all, you're different from everyone else. To show some choices here has a meaning much higher, much deeper than any fashion show in Milan: it is not to show the uniqueness and beauty, as ephemeral and obvious, but groped to give body's own identity, in the most extreme possible. No matter how absurd the result will be, at most will be seen as a cry for help, a desperate attempt to gain acceptance from a society that has already accepted all trivially a priori, leaving you with no way to access and escape.
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