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  • Every closed house is occupied, every closed house is a place for secret pleasures.

    How many things to see from a bricked window! The ruins of ancient towns mark meditation that are climbed over just from towns in ruins. Someone will say: magnificent decline, meaning in this way a descent, a movement and a triumph. Every dead thing is a promise, it moves knowing that just a few will be fulfilled, and that what is unmaked, getting lost, it seems to be ethernal with its durability.

    Ogni casa chiusa è abitata, ogni casa chiusa è luogo di piaceri segreti.

    Quante cose da vedere da una finestra murata! Le rovine di città antiche tracciano meditazioni scavalcate soltanto dalle città in rovina. Alcuni diranno: magnifica decadenza, intendendo con questo una discendenza, un movimento e un trionfo. Ogni cosa morta è una promessa, commuove sapendo che sono poche quelle mantenute, e ciò che si disfà, perdendosi, sembra nella sua durevolezza, eterno.
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