Published on December 7, 2004

Some days...

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Premise: it's been a while since I broke a glass, a glass, something fragile in short.

Yesterday at lunch: as I put the wine bottle down on the table, I step too close to the glass, 'touch' it and chip it. I get up to get another one, but pulling it out of the cabinet, I 'touch' the wooden door and it's done. Two out. The third one went better.

In the afternoon: passing on the landing I brush past one of the many empty cans just waiting to be taken to the cellar. It topples over, rolls on the floor slowly, I touch it as it falls on the first step, unharmed. With jaguar-like leap I almost catch it as it caroms onto the second, unscathed. He is intact on the penultimate step of the staircase. I deceive myself. But it is only a moment: it shatters into a thousand pieces when it reaches the bottom.

At night: I slip into bed. I open the book on duty and start reading; half an hour goes by without my noticing and, when sleep comes, I put it down beside the bed.

This is a book that I have been reading for a long time

This morning: I wake up, open my eyes. The world is a bit different: a strange, suspicious vertical strip divides it in two. I am wearing glasses! A lens is broken in the middle!

I've been wanting to change them for a long time...



Best wishes, and...

December 24, 2004

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