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E subito riprende
Il viaggio
Dopo il naufragio
Un superstite
Lupo di mare.

—Giuseppe Ungaretti

I’m tired to always follow the old paths, through barren lands; to always play the same roles in baroque, decadent comedies; to close myself in the jail of the dim, bleak symphony which I’ve been always listening to. It’s time to break my chains, to lift the anchor and keep the ship of my soul ready to sail—through a new route, or maybe through a new sea where there’s no route at all, where the only route is the one—wonderfully unknown—drawn by the placid breeze of inner peace, which I’m longing for.