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I was waiting for them, they had fascinated me so much that evening at the Morya.
Almost two years, but for how much I've changed, at least five or six.

I was waiting for them, and I listened to them for the first time in the car, late one night while sober. I got stomach cramps, as if I had eaten spoiled food. Week-old broccoli, now cold and stale... I wasn't used to it, I had set them aside for some time and hadn't gone back to them.

I was wrong, I need them and perhaps this reasoning may apply to other people too. They’re one of those healthy slaps, a gust of icy cold before falling into the mud. Taking them like this can only do you good, because the next time the eye is still black, but inside you feel comforted. You don't feel anger, you look at yourself in the mirror and move on. With a bit of character, you change and improve. Succi and Dorella, always them. Dirty sounds, coming from who knows where. Painful, true. The next time they stay with you. In the heart, in the lungs, in the stomach.

Let yourselves be corroded by the tears of the first time, you will know how to reevaluate them like never before.