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Broklyn, from my very good friend “firvidas” on her blog “at your disposal; don’t dispose of me”, is not only a very good piece of literature but also a beautiful painting so impressive as Renoir could be. Those coloured words gave to me the sensation of being there, walking there, seeing the people, the houses, all the living movement and breading the polluted air of New York so bad for my old and tired lungs … It is that rare capacity that makes the artist, the writer and the painter… A new writer has been borne. Let us drink a glass of champagne or make a toast with very good Port wine!

My thanks to Melly. I have always wished to visit NY and with her I’ve been there for just a little moment and not in danger for my health… Please, continue…

(Sorry for my English!)

not at all

One cold and cloudy morning, some years ago, I have asked a friend if he knew were I was at that very moment.
“What?...” – he answered absolutely surprised.
“Yes” – I said – “I thought you do because I am looking for me since long time and I can not find myself anywhere...”
And the true thing is that I feel losted for many years until the last 13th Mars 2003…