"I learned from my wife, from my dear little insect, which they called" Moscow "and I do not know why, that the only value of existence is the courage to live ... She never thought of leaving any trace of him writing prose or verses, and was its charm - and after I was sick of me ... The laughter of my wife have just exposed to the subject a little rituals and myths' ridiculous literature and poetry-sewer, the poetry of those who live under siege from the things . It is no coincidence Vittorio Sereni, who was a serious person, he refused the title of "poet" ... You know what he told me my beloved Moscow before closing your eyes? idiot ... I said, a slang word not translatable . Since then I carry him like me a brand that is resistant to pumice. There are other idiot in the world but how to recognize them? I know they do not prick. Even if they were informed would try to shake with those stigmas the nails. "
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