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School, Cathedral of adolescence ...

Today Rome is under a dark dome and menacing, with the sun trying to peep through the clouds swollen with rain opens small gaps, slips, greets us and promises - sailor con man - but then runs away ...

You are far from crowded beaches of the season, but close to the kids and anxiety for the last remedial questions. Remember all those times, is not it? Those of us who do not wear them in the heart ... Strange paradox, youth: you hold the magic wand of the future, the widest range of possibilities for tailor-made ... but it is too early to understand the magnitude and importance. And, when you are finally aware that time has already passed.

to you, remember that with a bit of healthy nostalgia and maternal indulgence engravings on the benches, the painful marks or the "truancy", to you that those filthy MS fumavate in the bathroom wrapped in packages of ten (easier to hide at home ...), writing novels on an imaginary game looks, that you bigiavate, the school, carrying sandwiches and guitars, I dedicate a song extrapolated from the last book you read, "Or as Oscar Daniela Zincone:

" The schools have been the power to resurrect the past in order that their physiological decrepitude, which does not seem to be different and does take after school, meaning almost paradigmatic: ant banks stuck under the tires, faded designs on porn-sentimental, now gray boards bearing hieroglyphic signs of records stacked in time become a unique symbol of gypsum gradient and indelible. The chairs
fray clothes.
I lose water heaters.
Ceilings drip with curled edges and greyish paint.
The walls are swollen with infiltration.
The chair is the monument off to shaky voice that continues to croak in the absence of the person.
This is the place and can not be anything other than this.
Yet this archetypal strange degradation, which has an extraordinary epic dimension, becomes a form of love, that enhances the decay with a local language that the reconstructed Cathedral of adolescence, the sacred land of my first ring, you're perfect , sublime, so I love you, I remind you, I see you, my spring season! "