went away, after observing the night that night was no more. He noted
rivers of cold light, hoards of stuff never seen and strange, a succession contracts of faces of people who went running, the sounds of scrap metal, coarse voices, cries of anger. He saw in the immense parking lots, cars driven by chauffeurs huge arrogant and nervous.
went away, but wanted to turn around for the last time, almost could not believe his eyes: he saw it again quell'abbaglio of colors and metallic colors produced by things produced without love.
again heard cries of children, parents of snarls, noise boxes that opened and closed
, not human voices that attracted attention, without a soul voices that chanted a number: 'is the round number of 56' ... thought
Christmas who believed in him when he was almost completely silent.
is 'almost' had shoes that pierced the snow in the night that it was night, the slight murmur of a brook almost frozen, and home smell warm and familiar, the grandmother and mother fried the cakes, the flame of the fire that crackled and I said 'stay ', the bells of midnight mass that came along with the voices of women who were preparing for the midnight mass. And then the doors that s' opened with his hands letting in the cold of the night, and closed, still with his hands, again, letting in the cold for a moment that will soon again become warm.
Christmas turned back toward the night.
He raised his eyes to heaven and saw even the stars, now superseded by the lights of earth shattered.
thinks of changing the planet, or Heaven.
occurred to him to choose a star, where people had not yet become the same inert material that produced them.
rivers of cold light, hoards of stuff never seen and strange, a succession contracts of faces of people who went running, the sounds of scrap metal, coarse voices, cries of anger. He saw in the immense parking lots, cars driven by chauffeurs huge arrogant and nervous.
went away, but wanted to turn around for the last time, almost could not believe his eyes: he saw it again quell'abbaglio of colors and metallic colors produced by things produced without love.
again heard cries of children, parents of snarls, noise boxes that opened and closed
, not human voices that attracted attention, without a soul voices that chanted a number: 'is the round number of 56' ... thought
Christmas who believed in him when he was almost completely silent.
is 'almost' had shoes that pierced the snow in the night that it was night, the slight murmur of a brook almost frozen, and home smell warm and familiar, the grandmother and mother fried the cakes, the flame of the fire that crackled and I said 'stay ', the bells of midnight mass that came along with the voices of women who were preparing for the midnight mass. And then the doors that s' opened with his hands letting in the cold of the night, and closed, still with his hands, again, letting in the cold for a moment that will soon again become warm.
Christmas turned back toward the night.
He raised his eyes to heaven and saw even the stars, now superseded by the lights of earth shattered.
thinks of changing the planet, or Heaven.
occurred to him to choose a star, where people had not yet become the same inert material that produced them.
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