I want to remain a reader, since
it can always collect without having to give, and it becomes
rich, through the life and the works of the same writers, than,
it tries to you from just the ego, open the coffers showing the
treasures of their singular existence and that through of they I
can living: tens, hundred or migliaia of screw, many how many
the authors who I have read, without to pour a sweat or blood
drop, hiding within of me, my point of view that are large,
because it is the sum of all the points of view that me have
been reveal to you.
I have yielded to the temptation
to open my hand coffer, lavishing full my knowledge, forget,
because too much vanesio, to continue to being a reader, and
therefore making they are revealed to me and they have been torn
to pieces. Hour they are to the goods of all, they they know my
political fantasies, my ideologies, my weaknesses, my sexual
tastes and even are in degree, also, to measure my acquaintance.
But if I had not sperperato in dissennata way my knowledge, and
you had it, 'lavished pian slowly, during the arc of my life,
would have found myself to the capolinea of my existence to exit
of scene, without regretted, and not to having to me to lock up,
once fallen in misery, forced to hide to me, still young, from
the rest of the world making feint of being died.