Pratolini Vasco said that ideas are not afraid of those who have.
Pratolini spoke for himself, I suppose.
I have a closet full of ideas. They are all stacked, messy, messy.
I tried to arrange them according to their colors. I tried to arrange them according to the seasons. I tried to fix them thinking about what I liked most and that I would use it more willingly.
There are successful, a green resting on my couch at a time, being careful not to bend the corners. Then I stowed in the closet, under the shorter dreams. To put them in the upper doors I even got a red chair, and there are rising on back first the left foot and carrying all the stress on the knee, while a small grimace of pain on my face painted. Then I drank a cup of coffee.
One day I needed a bit of an idea 'hidden. I realized that my attempt to order them was not going well. I pulled to a corner, with painstaking care, and I felt like collapsing coffee seeing all the other ideas on my shoes. I had no desire to put them back in their place and started to throw them in the closet, letting you mix and mingle and disappear and hide and fold and accumulate in the dream longer.
If I open the closet are still there. There are many, are my own and I am afraid.
Vasco Pratolini talking about himself, I'm sure.
