âOgni tanto, nelle giornate di vento, HervĂ© Joncour scendeva fino al lago e passava ore e guardarlo, giacchĂ©, disegnato sullâacqua, gli pareva di vedere lâinspiegabile spettacolo, lieve, che era stata la sua vita.â
âOccasionally, on windy days HervĂ© Joncour would go down to the lake and spend hours in contemplation of it because he seemed to descry, sketched out on the water, the inexplicable sight of his life as it had been, in all its lightness.â
Tratto da "Seta" di Alessandro Baricco
-FOTO MIE, TENETE LA FONTE / PHOTOS MADE BY ME, KEEP THE SOURCE-







