Abstract
hear my idea ... Leave aside all of the real and material that you drop down on him and in part of the children once they left "rocked" by the stories of their grandparents ... That should be ... I'm sitting in a rocking chair, a side of a fireplace ... The crackling noise of burning on the dry chestnut brazier ... and you, lying on old chairs, covered with old blankets into large squares, placed in a semicircle in front of the narrator ... a teapot smoking and some want to dream, traveling with the imagination, under another guise, in real places in a fiction novel ... and maybe colored with errors typical of the frenzy of those who wish to write not to forget the passing thought in his mind.
Alexander Geronazzo
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