Perhaps sometimes life shows you a side of itself which leaves you with nothing more to say.' He said. 'Nothing more, never.
Alessandro BariccoAnd a while later:
'It is a strange sort of pain.'
Softly.
'To die of yearning for something you'll never experience.
You were dead.'
She said.
'And in the whole world there was nothing beautiful left.
In this transparency, the footprints of the little birds spoke with a muffled voice. What they spoke of was entirely without significance, or else something capable of lifting a life off its hinges: there was no way of knowing.
Alessandro BariccoIt was surprising to consider that in fact there were signs, that is the embers of a voice destroyed by fire.
Alessandro BariccoCraven sorrow
Alessandro BariccoOccasionally, on windy days Hervé Joncour would go down to the lake and spend hours in contemplation of it because he seemed to descry, sketched out on the water, the inexplicable sight of his life as it had been, in all its lightness.
Alessandro BariccoI once knew a man who built a railway all for himself.
Alessandro Bariccoseeing in the air things that the others did not see.
Alessandro BariccoAnd carefully he brought Time to a halt, for as long as he wished.
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