هو يواصل المجئ الي هذا المقهي كل مساء ليراها, لينكأ الجرح القديم من جديد, وهي تأتي الي هذا المقهي كل مساء, ربما عمّدا لتوجعه, أو لعلها تأمل في أن تصبح… - Italo Calvino

We'll invent new ways of being together.

again I am torn between the necessity and the impossibility of answering.

I speak and speak,” Marco says, “but the listener retains only the words he is expecting. The description of the world to which you lend a benevolent ear is one thing; the description that will go the rounds of the groups of stevedores and gondoliers on the street outside my house the day of my return is another; and yet another, that which I might dictate late in life, if I were taken prisoner by Genoese pirates and put in irons in the same cell with a writer of adventure stories. It is not the voice that commands the story: it is the ear.