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In a village there is a huge square. Its boundaries are not known. You can see the beginning but nobody has ever come all the. Non si sa da quanto tempo esista e chi e perché l’ha costruita. È una piazza asfaltata perlopiù o lastricata; grande, smisurata come il mare. Il paese è piccolo, modesto, senza fabbriche, di circa tremila abitanti. Nel centro assolato e desertico della Sicilia. I ragazzi ci si avventurano a passeggiare ma hanno una specie di timore reverenziale. E se si spingono oltre li prende la paura e vogliono subito tornare a passeggiare nella piazza ma lambendo i caseggiati, o comunque tenendoseli a vista d’occhio. E’ come se avessero paura che un sortilegio li colpisse. Come se la stessa piazza fosse il risultato di un incantesimo inspiegabile perpetrato tanto tempo fa. Spulciando nella biblioteca del paese non ci sono notizie circa l’origine of the square. It seems there has always been. A sort of reluctant omission takes local historians who begin as usual with their books are the opening words reassuring Alqamah is a charming and busy town nestled at the foot of Mount Bunifat ... "but they care not to mention the place in question : as well not exist. All, in effect, pretend that the country does not exist and we never talk about in their speeches. Only children and children at a certain stage of their age, they talk animatedly, but then after a while, remove the problem and continue their lives forever. Only the fire of homes in some starry nights of old homes can sometimes be caused by the younger to win their extreme reluctance. Then some of the elders, they say, has let slip something, but everything is a mumbling, and there is no certainty. Some argue, for example, that none should be unknown to the center of the square huge because it could suddenly turn into a sea or a lake without borders and drown those who dared to venture far. Sometimes the truth is forwarded to someone at the bottom but never returned. Some simply went looking for him came back without finding anything and ended in a stubborn silence, or periphrasis logorrheic without actually explaining anything. What is certain is that enter the square, as you walk away unknown to the center from time seems to wrap you in a kind of magic for many of witchcraft. A few decades ago, he organized a real expedition, with carts, mules, dogs, tents and provisions. The expedition returned after two years and its only result was to find only skeletons of humans on the pavement infinite in all directions. And no one could say he arrived at the center of the square route or to have a precise amount, because you can not determine where is the center of an indefinite space in any direction, nor how much distance was traveled over the entirety of the square that remains completely unknown. One of the mysteries is the paving of the square, made of asphalt, paving blocks stone and other material poorer and more and more natural, like clay, then pressed the ground with straw, then simple dry stone increasingly disconnected. Here we must make a clarification. It is not that the square is not really measurable. We say that physically it is passable, but despite this, its substance remains mysterious and infinite. In fact, some of the vanguards of the caravans are exploring possible to reach a place where the asphalt ends and begins seamless campaign. A campaign barren, silent, burned and deserted. But digging beneath the rocky land where they grow only shrubs, mosses and lichens, it was discovered in a layer beneath a remnant of ancient Dry uneven paving stones. Many who claim to truth are not the work of man but of nature with its random rock sediments. Others argue that the square continues. Therefore we can not determine whether in ancient times nature has taken over the asphalt or other type of flooring and has just covered and concealed the square. Finally, some say that even if the square and began the campaign ended, it would be the same: those who can not be excluded that the original project did not include the fact his "innaturamento" in the campaign? Who says that the campaign is not part of the square? Purists of the maximalist thesis extension infinite reach of the square to postulate that it includes the original second project of its builders also the surrounding countryside, the sea, the mountains and everything, including heaven. Then there are those who deep thinking about who is or could have been the manufacturer of such a square. One? Many? And the reasons? The fact is that nobody in the village, however, like to talk about and all, I repeat, live if nothing had happened. Many remain at home until his death, others trying their luck trying to challenge the square. All eventually die in the attempt to follow it in its entirety. This square must surely bring a curse, however, because no one at the end comes back alive. Even those who live one hundred years in an attempt to cross die without knowing the boundaries. Many have therefore decided to worship the mysterious builder of the square. And while not known, claim to have faith in him and trust their lives to him. Others do not believe the majority live as if there were neither the square or the question of whether or not to believe anyone. I am one of those who in former times, when I was young, walked inside the plaza decided to follow it through. As thorough stretch out travel notes but now I see that these notes I have hindered or maybe you just brought me bad luck. I understand that he had fallen victim to the infection. Then I ripped all the sheets and the latter also previously written paper that I am writing will be the same. It 'best not to talk about that and go silent. So I'll never know the true nature and extent of this hidden place of mystery. Better not to think and live like everyone else. But the fact is that if one begins to address the problem then the passion leads him to venture into the square. And to be engulfed in the infinite vastness of its center. I write these notes and drop them in the middle of the square in the center of which (in the middle? Who knows ...) I drove many years ago with the only result that I was hopelessly lost like all the others. You do not see most forms of life, either vegetable or animal, the sky is just barely a breeze che presto si fermerà in un’assoluta bonaccia. L’alternarsi di giorni e di notti si è alterato e un giorno dura tantissimi giorni. O forse così a me sembra perché comincio a perdere la cognizione di me stesso e dei miei organi sensoriali. Ora camminerò in una direzione qualsiasi, solo, senza quasi più viveri, e senza speranza di trovare la via d’uscita. Non scriverò più e forse nessuno mi troverà mai. Vivo o morto che sia.
In a village there is a huge square. Its boundaries are not known. You can see the beginning but nobody has ever come all the. Non si sa da quanto tempo esista e chi e perché l’ha costruita. È una piazza asfaltata perlopiù o lastricata; grande, smisurata come il mare. Il paese è piccolo, modesto, senza fabbriche, di circa tremila abitanti. Nel centro assolato e desertico della Sicilia. I ragazzi ci si avventurano a passeggiare ma hanno una specie di timore reverenziale. E se si spingono oltre li prende la paura e vogliono subito tornare a passeggiare nella piazza ma lambendo i caseggiati, o comunque tenendoseli a vista d’occhio. E’ come se avessero paura che un sortilegio li colpisse. Come se la stessa piazza fosse il risultato di un incantesimo inspiegabile perpetrato tanto tempo fa. Spulciando nella biblioteca del paese non ci sono notizie circa l’origine of the square. It seems there has always been. A sort of reluctant omission takes local historians who begin as usual with their books are the opening words reassuring Alqamah is a charming and busy town nestled at the foot of Mount Bunifat ... "but they care not to mention the place in question : as well not exist. All, in effect, pretend that the country does not exist and we never talk about in their speeches. Only children and children at a certain stage of their age, they talk animatedly, but then after a while, remove the problem and continue their lives forever. Only the fire of homes in some starry nights of old homes can sometimes be caused by the younger to win their extreme reluctance. Then some of the elders, they say, has let slip something, but everything is a mumbling, and there is no certainty. Some argue, for example, that none should be unknown to the center of the square huge because it could suddenly turn into a sea or a lake without borders and drown those who dared to venture far. Sometimes the truth is forwarded to someone at the bottom but never returned. Some simply went looking for him came back without finding anything and ended in a stubborn silence, or periphrasis logorrheic without actually explaining anything. What is certain is that enter the square, as you walk away unknown to the center from time seems to wrap you in a kind of magic for many of witchcraft. A few decades ago, he organized a real expedition, with carts, mules, dogs, tents and provisions. The expedition returned after two years and its only result was to find only skeletons of humans on the pavement infinite in all directions. And no one could say he arrived at the center of the square route or to have a precise amount, because you can not determine where is the center of an indefinite space in any direction, nor how much distance was traveled over the entirety of the square that remains completely unknown. One of the mysteries is the paving of the square, made of asphalt, paving blocks stone and other material poorer and more and more natural, like clay, then pressed the ground with straw, then simple dry stone increasingly disconnected. Here we must make a clarification. It is not that the square is not really measurable. We say that physically it is passable, but despite this, its substance remains mysterious and infinite. In fact, some of the vanguards of the caravans are exploring possible to reach a place where the asphalt ends and begins seamless campaign. A campaign barren, silent, burned and deserted. But digging beneath the rocky land where they grow only shrubs, mosses and lichens, it was discovered in a layer beneath a remnant of ancient Dry uneven paving stones. Many who claim to truth are not the work of man but of nature with its random rock sediments. Others argue that the square continues. Therefore we can not determine whether in ancient times nature has taken over the asphalt or other type of flooring and has just covered and concealed the square. Finally, some say that even if the square and began the campaign ended, it would be the same: those who can not be excluded that the original project did not include the fact his "innaturamento" in the campaign? Who says that the campaign is not part of the square? Purists of the maximalist thesis extension infinite reach of the square to postulate that it includes the original second project of its builders also the surrounding countryside, the sea, the mountains and everything, including heaven. Then there are those who deep thinking about who is or could have been the manufacturer of such a square. One? Many? And the reasons? The fact is that nobody in the village, however, like to talk about and all, I repeat, live if nothing had happened. Many remain at home until his death, others trying their luck trying to challenge the square. All eventually die in the attempt to follow it in its entirety. This square must surely bring a curse, however, because no one at the end comes back alive. Even those who live one hundred years in an attempt to cross die without knowing the boundaries. Many have therefore decided to worship the mysterious builder of the square. And while not known, claim to have faith in him and trust their lives to him. Others do not believe the majority live as if there were neither the square or the question of whether or not to believe anyone. I am one of those who in former times, when I was young, walked inside the plaza decided to follow it through. As thorough stretch out travel notes but now I see that these notes I have hindered or maybe you just brought me bad luck. I understand that he had fallen victim to the infection. Then I ripped all the sheets and the latter also previously written paper that I am writing will be the same. It 'best not to talk about that and go silent. So I'll never know the true nature and extent of this hidden place of mystery. Better not to think and live like everyone else. But the fact is that if one begins to address the problem then the passion leads him to venture into the square. And to be engulfed in the infinite vastness of its center. I write these notes and drop them in the middle of the square in the center of which (in the middle? Who knows ...) I drove many years ago with the only result that I was hopelessly lost like all the others. You do not see most forms of life, either vegetable or animal, the sky is just barely a breeze che presto si fermerà in un’assoluta bonaccia. L’alternarsi di giorni e di notti si è alterato e un giorno dura tantissimi giorni. O forse così a me sembra perché comincio a perdere la cognizione di me stesso e dei miei organi sensoriali. Ora camminerò in una direzione qualsiasi, solo, senza quasi più viveri, e senza speranza di trovare la via d’uscita. Non scriverò più e forse nessuno mi troverà mai. Vivo o morto che sia.
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120.1
Un primo piano di una donna e di un uomo. Sono vicini, chiacchierano, si stanno seducendo, ridono. Lui socchiude a volte gli occhi luminosi. Lei risponde con colpi di ciglia rapidi; un smile of the lips just mentioned. Infinite distance from intermittent crackling and muffled expands nasal male voice of a mischievous melody of another era, perhaps there's an old gramophone gold somewhere. They are elegant in evening gowns. She is cleavage, a glittering pendant around his neck held by a thin gold chain. He, his hair and a flawless cast imbrillantinati, strokes her gently with the index of the humerus in a natural gesture as he continues to talk about fixing it. The very first plan takes on a meter and find that they are sitting on a red couch. It 's a classic baroque style sofa, with the makings of fine brocade floral white on a red background, the wood is dark, all carved and inlaid with mythological figures. Monsters, fauns, centaurs, Sylphs, Nymphs. Can I scan the microscope as the textures of natural wood. The couch is large and ancient. Here and there some little hole attests to the presence of termites. I can not follow the conversation, not because it is in Italian - I know who speak perfect Italian - but it's as if the words I'm getting distorted sound engineers from defects. As a buzz derived from a distortion of pronunciation, a kind of chatter. The more I concentrate more I can not catch the thread of the conversation. Only a few words I get perfectly distinct, and just a few words. The zooming is expanding again another meter and I see that the feet of lions head of the sofa are half submerged by sand. The wind, which now can be heard strongly in howling gusts - was due to the wind I could not follow the conversation? - Raises vortices of sand that accumulates on the ground around the foot of the couch and even on the large pillows. The two continue to talk lovingly pulled from the game of seduction and love-affairs by the rules of bourgeois conversation. The zoom extends to become a wide-angle and now I see the couch and the two conversing far away. They are alone, sitting on the couch in the middle of sand dunes. Miles of sand dunes and huge waves that run parallel to the eye. The sofa stands just in the cavity two among many other dune dunes. We are in an indeterminable point in the heart of the Sahara desert. The wind howls and raises a storm of sand. The sun seems planted with nails right in the middle of the air does not move an inch. The blinding light makes everything bright and without substance. Light to the extreme whiteness untenable.
120.2
the sofa with the two is on the tip of Everest. Extreme mountain peaks, ice. We can see very far side of a street without protection in a side of the mountain cliff to the abyss. Only a few yak was perched on the hooves planted almost up to them. His eye reflected in a convex distorted black and white sofa and the two continue to talk amabilmente del più e del meno.
120.3
Il divano rosso, il divano barocco con i due, è ora in una grotta sommersa in fondo all’oceano. Stranamente mi sembra naturale che possano respirare sott’acqua come se nulla fosse. Il divano è asciutto e anche loro. Le parole si sentono amplificate ed echeggianti nella massa blu dell’acqua. Ma si confondono con lontani ancestrali respiri di capodogli e canti di megattere in amore.
120.4
I due sul divano sono vivi? Sono morti? Sto forse sognando? In che modo io posso vederli? E’ un messaggio per me di qualche maestro occulto mandato da mie esistenze passate o future attraverso i sogni? Devo capire qualcosa? E cosa? Cosa può simboleggiare all this? Who are these two? I seem to be unknown. Will my distant ancestors? Or maybe my successors? Children of my children's children? I do not know. It could be the vision of my time living in the future? O in future lives? O in the past? The male could I possibly be in some other incarnation? So if we take the possible embodiments could be me the woman. It might even be the case that may be I am the woman is the man that they could be me in two separate existences. Two different lives to me that the vision can come together and talk. In this case it would be important to know what they were saying. But it is not given to know: Unfortunately, the conversation was indistinguishable. But it seemed a conversation ephemeral and illusory! But could it be that in the light of a conversation the two gallant me were sending me a message of vital importance, who knows. If I was him maybe she could be my soulmate? It could also be death? Death may come as a sensual woman to seduce me? Or was my guardian angel? Or was I both, as I said before, but maybe I was one of the enlightened Buddha returned to earth as perfect for me to talk with others who still had to travel kalpa and endless eons of karma to achieve them. In this case it may be that our identity is divided into plural identities of parallel lives? Of lives but they may break the veil of space and time within which they are flowing? Why the sofa was in such extreme places? Does this mean that the whole world is just a usual scenario of appearances? That our whole planet is a Chinese shadow theater? Perhaps the two were the principle male and female - yin and yang - the universe? Maybe that was God and the Virgin Mary? I'll never know even in part to answer these questions? And even if I could find these answers, who tells me that the other important questions were not completely different from those that I am doing?
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Great thoughts you got there, believe I may possibly try just some of it throughout my daily life.
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