The earliest memories of life are visual memories. Life, in memory, becomes a silent movie. All of us have in mind an image that is the first, or among the first in our lives. (...) I'll give you an example, Gennariello, who'll play Neapolitan exotic. The first image of my life is a tent, white, transparent, hanging, I still, from a window overlooking an alley rather sad and dark. Tent that terrifies me and I fear: not as something threatening or objectionable, but as something cosmic. (...) What I said and taught that tent did not admit (and does not permit) replicates.
(P. Pasolini, "Gennariello)Every time I come back from Sicily thumb, under a kind of jet lag. It is not about the temperature range, latitude, passing from the sea to the Alps' s a kind of jet lag the soul, an inner jet lag. But I know better than advertised, I speak only a few among us, here under the table. I would not dream of giving someone advice or prescriptions for super-fast and painless.
To me this state of suspended consciousness, this gentle and subtle form of gloom, it is useful. It 's like a parachute to return to the present.
Why Sicily is the land of A. The landscape flowing rapidly out the window and the buildings of the old dark when we walk by Etna is the landscape in which he was born, walking, running, in which he lived his life before me. And I breath and returns an A. I can only imagine.
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