These were situations, moments in my life that were forever eternalized in memories, in some cases forever. For example, I remember one day when the bus I was stopping at a stop and I gazed at a sweeper staring at the rubbish he was sweeping until he gave me an enigmatic smile, for the rest of that trip, and other thousands of them, I remember few things. Why do I remember that? Perhaps we are the receptacle of meticulously tailored experiences of the soul whose meaning belongs only to each of us.

Luciano Mannarino.

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