.... vain attempt to reach the dynamic pace of step with those who suddenly gains the first row and dodge, evade, confuse the 'adversary'. It amazes me this desire to cover the traces of their passage, not to preserve evidence of their presence, and this expulsion more ostentatious, almost cried with a loud voice from the soles on the asphalt pavement, not a blatant provocation and insult of a prologue conflict in which unknown how fragile are the roots. Meanwhile, time runs relentless as the rain of recent days. Meanwhile, every moment an abyss of doubt swallows the words not spoken, the voice of silence, denied the gestures and glances hidden ... January 29, 2009
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