Last night I was trying to explain to an acquaintance, or childhood friend—whatever you prefer—not important, what his chains are. Since I have the bad habit of speaking in metaphors, he didn't understand a thing... So I linked him Silvano, but he, proud of his little red flowers on the windowsill of his cell, claimed to be free... And that's it... IL DISCORSO TIPICO DELLO SCHIAVO di Silvano Agosti