«You arrive and find yourself lost. Wander for hours with cloudy thoughts, fearing not to find the path again, to get lost in irregular alleys, afraid that something will collapse upon your at any moment. Then, by magic, you rediscover a new desire for not having been there before, and a happy condition for being able to inhabit it forever.»
L. H. Stone
Arrivi e ti trovi smarrito. Vaghi per ore con i pensieri annebbiati, con la paura di non ritrovare la strada, di perderti tra vicoli irregolari, con il timore che qualcosa ti crolli addosso da un momento all’altro. Poi, d’incanto, ritrovi una voglia nuova per non esserci stato prima e una condizione felice per poterci abitare per sempre.
L. H. Stone
«You arrive and find yourself lost. Wander for hours with cloudy thoughts, fearing not to find the path again, to get lost in irregular alleys, afraid that something will collapse upon your at any moment. Then, by magic, you rediscover a new desire for not having been there before, and a happy condition for being able to inhabit it forever.»
L. H. Stone
