If you can explain, it is not Jazz.
Paola Lombardi says it's hard to explain the Mal d'Africa.
right.
I think that the difficulty in defining it lies in its lightness.
Calvino wrote that the light should not be confused with superficiality. Here, the light should not be confused with the delicacy. The sickness in Africa is violent manifestation, such as land. Only
that is undefined, it has a definite shape, a specific symptom. Varies continuously maintaining a constant mild illness. It 'a lot of jazz.
I began to appear about a month after your return. The first month and you're keen, let's face it, the comforts you win. But then he begins this strange feeling.
Every time you turn around you see a wall. There is always a fence that prevents me.
So begins the languor, light and deep.
The light is not good, the air is not good the sky is not good. Not bad, just not going well.
are now almost three in the morning, insomnia is a disease of the family. To pass the time reading, writing and listening to music.
In particular there was a very old song by De André "baroque clouds." Prompted me to write this post. What has to do a song of a Ligurian Ligurian written by another (one of the few not written by Faber) with a sore of Africa is all to understand.
Perhaps it is this nostalgia for Africa. When you find the Africa even where there is not. It 's a question, as it were, of ... Love?
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