My memory is lacking, at least in some respects.
am able to recall events of decades ago and maybe forget the name of a person known for years.
The tendency to "defer" to create situations which I discomfort leads me to forget those situations and, because the memories are structured and linked together, even all the situations in some way related.
is why I find my precious notebook dated 1987, found in a drawer a few weeks ago.
I had called Zibaldone "in honor of Leopardi and we wrote everything: ugly themes, poems, songs, thoughts.
rereading I reminded the boy that I was twenty years and as I have moved away from the person who wrote down on paper life that had not the courage to live out.
But I also realized that, beyond the ways in which my consciousness interacts with the world, the essence of that boy, his disregard for conformity, his passion for justice, his want to change the world are still intact in the forty-George, who from this point of view is just more streetwise and tired ...
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