We complain about forgetfulness and prize memory. I want to praise our ability to forget. Without it, all past pain would torment us without respite and remorse would be a daily agony. What god gave us the gift of forgetting? Moments of joy, moments of calm living, moments when we can feel that we are at peace, before we face the lie of an enduring peace that we are falsely promised.
The key word is "oggi" "today." So many voices have told you that you must concentrate on today, the past is past (is it?), the future is a mystery. But are you convinced that those voices' advice is
8 Marzo 1957 Fuggono. Montagne cerchiano in quarzo gialle praterie. Città centenni ronzano al sole e ignorano l’evento folli cavalle nacquero al fuoco giallo della piana di là dai monti in libertà spr