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"And I just close my eyes because you were to turn the carousel in a summer afternoon where the shadows of foliage and aerial lights chase each other like wings flapping mottled. Did I four years or five, and travel on the carousel of Villa Borghese in Rome. According to my usual preference to motor vehicles or wheeled, when I chose a horse and when a swan, animal fraternal, and prone to madness routes. The tournament runs playing a song at a pace almost as fast as the rotation of the earth, radiant ride, delight and fear, under the threat of secret do not stop. At every turn builds around the world, going into a sprint all the points of the equator. And somewhere there is always a waiting me, just me and no one else to all the traveling. Aracoeli! She recognizes me from a distance, to his great surprise, and I celebrated in his springing flowered skirt waving her hand: "Adiós! Goodbye! Farewell, "Proud of my business world, I, as involved in keeping me on my back, I greet you with a smile tripudiante. When I answered the same blaze of his laughter. And our laughter together two jumped from a rope to another vibrating in invisible sound boxes along a flight infinite touched my station until the evening of Almeria.

E. Morante, Aracoeli , cit., Pp . 97-98.