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The Age of Dreams

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“A guest in my own, most secret rooms, my son, I have taken to writing down some of my memories for you before they escape, or rather disappear, preceding me.”

A guest in my own, most secret rooms, my son, I have taken to writing down some of my memories for you before they escape, or rather disappear, preceding me.No substantial distance separated my eyes from my sea, the Mediterranean… and, even before it caught my eye, the fresh breeze of the ‘tramontana’ reached my skin, like a turbine rising from the sea. It brought with it echoes of Greek myths and their heroes, which we imitated in our games as children, and also dreams, populated by imaginary beings and mermaids imprisoned in lakes. I discovered with time that to have a heart beating strongly in my chest was not due to a deceptive upheaval of my soul, but the ideal condition for my heart to pump blood around my body, with the energy required to push it forwards and ever further forwards beyond the mere ‘tomorrow’.
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