Uno si costruisce grandi storie, questo è il fatto, e può andare avanti years to believe it, no matter how crazy they are, and far-fetched, if the door on him, and that's it. It is indeed happy, things like that. Happy. It might never end.
Then one day something happens that breaks the heart of the most fantastic gimmick, tac, no reason, suddenly breaks down and you stay there, not understanding why all this amazing history you do not have more on him but before, like the madness of another, and the other is you. Tac.
Sometimes just nothing. Even just a question that emerges.
Just that.
Alessandro Baricco - Oceano sea
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