Yesterday morning I found in my PC some words from a book I read last summer: E' una vita che ti aspetto, by Fabio Volo. Someone will say that it speaks only about sex... But it isn't true. This book tells the story of a crisis. I thought: Oh dear, there are more people in crisis than I can imagine. Well, it doesn't seem, does it?
It probably happens when we are about 30 years old. We try to take stock of our lives: where have I arrived? Which goals have I reached? Am I satisfied? Where do I want to arrive?
I think it's wonderful, even if it can make us a little sad.
But the words I referred to liked me for another reason. The protagonist asks himself if things have a taste for themselves, or if they receive a taste by meeting everyone of us.
It's an interesting thought: it gives us a great power, the possibility to control things. You see, perfumes have a different smell according to different skins. So different people have different perceptions. It depends on us. We probably have a wide margin of choice.
Yesterday morning I felt a little sad when I woke up. I didn't want to get up and come in Milan to work. But when I was in my car I saw the pink sun and I thought about my little interior sun.
Yesterday was a beautiful day.
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