I'm not a man of letters. I do not distinguish what is art from what is not: not for me to this office. I distinguish only what excites me from what does not. And I also know that this is entirely subjective, since the emotion itself that gives the work may not be acceptable. Behind that single emotion there all my past. And, all fall within the realm of pure subjectivity, pace of Shopenawer, it is clear that I find disrespectful to the combination of a song by the most Fossati Dante's high places. Because when the emotion or re-enactment comes into existence, I stop being a lucky reader and begin to confront my inner life.
Today, as washed up, I listened to a song by Fossati and stopped with the thought of a sentence: "And what are words / today / to those who can not write love letters?" Yeah, what?
Here is my past: the hundreds of love letters that I wrote! At the start those swollen rhetoric directed at men who would not understand, nor wanted. All linked by a single leitmotif: my narcissism, whipped by the refusal, he drew his sword of intellectual superiority. And so it was possible that committed a autlet provincial disparities come to see themselves, strictly provided citations in major languages \u200b\u200bwritten in ancient and incomprehensible to most characters, the meaning of life or love. Then rhetoric and erudite quotation gave way to attempt to provide an image of me as a young Werter operetta. Of these letters do not collect any and this is a favor that provides homelands letters have all been lost. I swear. But now, what words?
Today, as washed up, I listened to a song by Fossati and stopped with the thought of a sentence: "And what are words / today / to those who can not write love letters?" Yeah, what?
Here is my past: the hundreds of love letters that I wrote! At the start those swollen rhetoric directed at men who would not understand, nor wanted. All linked by a single leitmotif: my narcissism, whipped by the refusal, he drew his sword of intellectual superiority. And so it was possible that committed a autlet provincial disparities come to see themselves, strictly provided citations in major languages \u200b\u200bwritten in ancient and incomprehensible to most characters, the meaning of life or love. Then rhetoric and erudite quotation gave way to attempt to provide an image of me as a young Werter operetta. Of these letters do not collect any and this is a favor that provides homelands letters have all been lost. I swear. But now, what words?
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