Dennenweg 15. Doetinchem, The Netherlands.
Il y a 1 jour
The hard thing’s to sit without being noticed.Everything else will come easy. Three sipsand the impulse returns to sit thinking alone.Against the buzzing backdrop of noiseeverything fades, and it’s suddenly a miracleto be born and to stare at the glass. And work(a man who’s alone can’t not think of work)becomes again the old fate that suffering’s goodfor focusing thought. And soon the eyes fixon nothing particular, grieved, as if blind.If this man gets up and goes home to sleep,he’ll look like a blind man that’s lost. Anyonecould jump out of nowhere to brutally beat him.A woman—beautiful, young—might appear,and lie under a man in the street, and moan,the way a woman once moaned under him.But this man doesn’t see. He heads home to sleepand life becomes nothing but the buzzing of silence.Undressing this man you’d find a body that’s wastedand, here and there, patches of fur. Who’d think,to look at this man, that life once burnedin his lukewarm veins? No one would guessthat there was a woman, once, who gently touchedthat body, who kissed that body, which shakes,and wet it with tears, now that the man,having come home to sleep, can’t sleep, only moan.
Cesare Pavese nasce il 9 settembre 1908 a Santo Stefano Belbo, un paesino delle Langhe in provincia di Cuneo