Lo scrittore non voleva essere ricordato, che a forza di stare nella mente degli altri si finisce per trascurare la propria. Si considerava un prestigiatore, e appena poteva faceva sparire il mondo dentro le sue parole.Alla realtà preferiva il fascino della sorpresa, e il suo più grande incubo era quello di dover finire per leggere la sua biografia.Come un uomo in love with two women, he wanted his life and his art will never meet, even by accident: he knew that they would hate the beginning, but then they ended up making friends start to talk of his faults. So I decided to hide behind his books, and courage to a coward freed his characters from the chains of the literature.
So his identity was broken into many different fragments, and while everyone is worried about its imaginary hundred different nationalities, in the shadow of one man smiling calm.
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