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The first series is "black sheep" of Ascanio Celestini: poetry, humor and desperation of a journey into the world of madness. "
I could improvise and make a critique of those reviews you read in the newspapers ... but it found thousands of those if you go for a walk in the network. Then I thought to write one of the pages more struck me: it speaks of God, but not as a priest he would speak, but as a father would talk to his son. As I speak Ascanio Celestini.
His pen has left a groove on this page: The focus recognizably Roman, theatricality evident, that seems to feel it and see it on stage. The simplicity of this passage, then, is the entire novel. The madness, the shopping, the death of her mother, sister petomane, the asylum: everything seems to have the same thickness, when viewed through the eyes of those who have lived for 35 years in a mental hospital systems ". Only to find out ...
"But now I understand why I can not heal.
Why fear it's not a disease." But
I've already said too much. To you his words:
the mornings the sixties my father took me to the market to sell the cheese. It made me see the Sixties, I meant the people and say "Look how ridiculous with skirts that you see all the legs, with stories of extraterrestrial aliens, with cha this music speaks of the flavor of sea salt instead of talking of God. " What I asked him "Who is God?" and he replied that "God is the word, that one who speaks' and I told him that" you talk too dad. " But he said "no, God is a good one, is one who speaks truly."
My father said that "at the beginning there was only the horse. In the darkness taking there was God and his son who called Jesus Christ, a kind of God he too. But in the darkness Jesus Christ we are afraid. Because the dark is scary. And you can die for fear of the dark
So God says light and the light comes on. But it is a true light, it's only pretend. It 's just the word of God, he needs to push through the fear of her son. In fact, now that son has taken courage. So also says sea and sky and the sky appears with all the birds and the sea with fish. And Jesus Christ you can swim in the sea and hunt birds from the sky. Meanwhile, says God says sheep, cow and horse and pronounce any word that means a different piece of the immense created. And the sheep and cows and horses, their hunting and the rest of you have created before our eyes of Jesus Christ. Before his eyes seem real.
But it's not true that it is true.
E 'only the word of God, I know' the words that they see him, but while the fear is gone. Then he says men and women and in the rest of creation also takes a man and a woman. And Jesus Christ is passionate about the history of these two poor bastards that look like so much to him. Watching life pass them in a hurry in the midst of all creation. At the end saw them die. He is mercy and told his father that "it is too cruel that even the lives of these poor people is a life that is not really true. It 's sad that I know well sti unfortunate' just words." So God takes the dead and starts pretending to create them. Mo 'know' deaths are now very real, I really dead. But only they are really true. And if God puts you close to the chair and also tells them the story. And sometimes even the dead tell because now they have become real people can also speak with real words. "
[...] My father said that" tuttle people are believed to be true. It is believed that the true taste of salt and flavor of the sea. What are the real sixties including the Martians. And also you think to be true, but you're just a boy in the story of God. "
So this is a piece of foam that hit.
Who has not fallen asleep in the meantime, will certainly recognized in the skeleton creation story, the mystery Christian's death and real life. But he had never heard a version like that?. Here, throughout the book we talk about life, fear, madness, in a totally new version. Just as in this piece.
Ps. Sorry if, as usual, I wrote a Km
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