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d'altra parte non è che si possono sempre fare letture impegnate...

...ieri in treno stavo leggendo un giallo... uno di quelli che mi compro a 50 centesimi...
beh ormai lo sanno tutti...
comunque, proprio lì nel primo capitolo c'era una frase che diceva:

"... i poveri sono gli ultimi custodi delle cose del passato."

tipo un pensiero che avevo già fatto da me, ma che a vederlo scritto in una frase così breve e inaspettata...
mi ha colpito...

volevo dirlo io... così...

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davide ha detto…
che però...
per spiegare il concetto di povertà che intendo...
non in senso lato: perchè di poveri (ma nel senso di privi di mezzi di sussistenza) ce ne sono tantissimi che, avendo anche la più piccola possibilità, si gettano o si getterebbero nel consumismo e nella modernità..

ma non voglio esprimere giudizi su questo.. non ne sono in grado.. non mi permetterei..

era tipo un concetto "romantico" di povertà... i poveri.. come dire i semplici..
perchè ho l'assurda idea che si possa scegliere di essere "poveri".. nel giusto senso intendo..
ma chissà se ho ragione: una delle tante incognite della mia vita.

e non crucciatevi se non capite molto da questo discorso: la colpa è mia..
23 febbraio 2007 alle ore 18:11:00 CET
Anonimo ha detto…
non è assurdo. valutare con saggezza le cose, distiguere il superfluo dall'essenziale non è da tutti e chi ci riesce apprezza dei dettagli che nella confusione spariscono. Penso che si possa scegliere di prestare attenzione alle "cose semplici"... ma c'è chi è predisposto a vederle, e chi deve fare uno sforzo molto maggiore...

...come promesso... ecco il mio commento che probabilmente non c'azzecca niente col tuo pensiero...
2 marzo 2007 alle ore 22:37:00 CET
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