How can my soul be split in three? Three parts perfectly identical in size, but opposite in their desires. One of them lives in the future, one in the present, the last lives in the past. How will I ever be able to conciliate them? That’s impossible to say.
My “future” soul longs for a life spent by fighting against injustice, for freedom is its greatest ideal. This warm-hearted, revolutionary soul resides in my precordia and would give its life to save any being who is needful of aid.
My “present” soul wishes for a simple life, amid the lavender fields of the french countryside, surrounded by the wonders of mother nature. This part of my soul lives huddled in my stomach, warming my entire being with its presence.
My “past” soul, however, yearns for an entirely different life: it is attracted by the fancies of the 19th century wealthy class; it dreams of dancing to a Čajkovskij waltz in a ravishing large gown, with the live orchestra sending marvellous armonies to my ears and making my whole being shiver; it deeply wishes to assist to theatre operatic performances and to have the immense honour to feel firsthand the grandeur of Verdi’s music. The last part of my soul is deeply rooted in my mind, though I’ve been aware of it for a relatively short amount of time.
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No, non ho la minima idea del perché io lo abbia scritto in inglese
No, non credo che lo pubblicherò mai nella mia raccolta (è solo un pensiero scritto di getto, niente di elaborato stilisticamente)
Boh, oggi stavo ascoltando qualche walzer russo e mi è partita la vena nostalgica