We are approaching quick steps to our second Festival of Literature Mantovano. the expected growth, expectations quickly climb upwards, and would like to be there already, to live countdown that separates us the most official way 'of an event or that event, an experience.
few days, 5, I am sure that will fly away in the blink of an eye. Almost without noticing. Why is it always like this 'when you have to do with more time' and feel beautiful: accelerating slide away, rather than block and stop the moment.
I want those 3 days because they get only 10 to 12, it is blocked by magic, swinging, suspended above the rest of the time that passes, I would last months, without having to experience the rich melancholy that has been done already lived memory after a few hours.
meetings with writers, a wonderful city to live intensely, friends to meet and to laugh, joke, indulge in confidences, pats on the back, the simple pleasure of being together, long walks to go along with between one event and another , and the other a sandwich, a dinner of mileage and the other chairs.
I'm ready, I have a suitcase packed full of books but also a lot of enthusiasm and an uncontrollable desire to give myself and completely surrender to what I am going to live, with no thought for the head, short, free books.
books, but everything 'that revolves around books, is a fantasy world, to savor and enjoy every last crumb, to sniff and capture the essence of every last dust trail that leaves the air.
Mantova arrive, camera around his neck, books in the backpack, comfortable shoes, to live and to write stories (and then tell) and also a lot of stuff by Magne (permettetemelo, because Italy has so many culinary variety, which even escapes Mantova to this rule). A few days
, Mantova. It will be as always a pleasure to meet again and live with your beauty.
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