After much wandering, to hear about art, meet artists, I get this email last night, so dense as spontaneous, which translates into a few lines what I think about art and more generally the meaning of life, but I would never have been able to synthesize and write so well .. and to think that he's a publicist!?
hello, I Tognazzi work but as said in the masterpiece that was my friends' Saw matter. " then allocates the 8 per thousand of my time for me to tell you what is creativity. indeed the tension towards what the true meaning of life.
the true meaning of life is knowing that you die. bellissimo.perché and you have a time that sai.io sometimes when I break the balls to wait for a bus I wonder, but as time passes, I count the seconds and I say, they are my second and I approach the end . Then I reflect and say to myself. but this is life: waiting for a bus to a stop while the wind blows a newspaper page that contains many other lives. and then transform it into something trivial that warms my heart. I would hold that sheet of newspaper and read of people's lives that he says, but as I write part of a wonderful song by U2 and I go back to my mind when I took that bus to go to college, in the fog light of a medieval town that brings me back I did not think back to that nostalgia can be. the waterfront of Tripoli in '21 where I've never been. car that runs almost the steam and the puffs of his engine there is another story that brings me to the pot for Easter celebrations. the ladle that goes and then serves the dish a taste of simple things done. every moment is unique and infinite, and here a song smith. and I would say that my desk is made of many things ordered that I take with my hands and turn into real ones just for the illusion that I have decided that vivere.Insomma dream, you'll look crazy or insane or drunk or intrippato. but think how much life is in every second of your, my, that of ex-Persichetti, who works at the post office but maybe something different dreams. art is this, why make life worth living makes it infinite. for example, I'm here by God to write these things to the circus. I'm not with you, you're not with me, though maybe you're still twenty yards, but it seems to me a distance so great that only tell you about a common interest can fill.
send it to you now, because yesterday my damn connection is dropped.
Richard
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