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dice with the universe ...? Tribute to Franz Kafka


CHAOS ---> IF

anagramming " Chaos " you get " Case "

Yet, since there is a sublime and irresistible Order in Chaos greatest paradox ... what!

So nothing is

case.

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It 's a tribute to the writer in honor of its 125th anniversary of his birth.

Franz Kafka was born July 3, 1883 and died in the sanatorium Kierling June 3, 1924 just 40 years.

was a great writer and before that a great man on whose frail shoulders the burden of life itself. A life that his eyes looked immensely beautiful mystical and grandiose enough to believe that failing to grasp and understand even the smallest mechanisms, peering eyes are always new and naive, with the eyes of a child.

The whole world was for him something indomitable, a forest of symbols almost inaccessible.

Hard to believe considering the "heritage" that - almost accidentally - left us

His writings reveal all that the world is saying.

His "inability to live" (as pointed out a the most important women in his life - Milena Jesenko -) and its consequent "unfit for life" (taken from the verdict famous "Letter to Father") are the reflection of the abnormalities quell'inettitudine and that he himself is credited with putting compared with the example of absolute normality, authority and great fervor that was vital for him: his father. An insurmountable differences, their, which has haunted all his life. A real persecution that led him to the brink of despair.

Not surprisingly, the entire literary work is defined as "Attempted escape from his father's sphere" come egli stesso confida al suo amico Max Brod.

Nonostante l’ autosvalutazione – che affonda le sue radici proprio nel problematico rapporto padre/figlio – egli ha piena coscienza dell’ importanza della vocazione letteraria.

Una vocazione che non può conciliare con la normalità della vita quotidiana, con il lavoro e con il frustrante desiderio di unirsi in matrimonio.

Tutto questo si tramuta in un conflitto insostenibile: da una parte l’uomo combatte -attraverso la scrittura- per la sua affermazione spirituale, lotta per raggiungere l’agognata purezza per la quale “tanto fa chiasso”. Un processo che richiede un grande ascetismo e una deep loneliness, so that it can only deal with his "ghosts". The other man wants to lead a normal life, because unable to tolerate a life in complete solitude, knowing that the union in marriage shall be the only way of salvation in order to raise anxiety and can finally say at "social".

And the battle ended with the defeat of the latter:

"It 's unlikely that I know living with someone ..."

"I must be very lonely. What I have done so far is all a result of my solitude. "

"The fear of the union, dell'immediesimarsi. In that case I will not be alone ... "

" Being only one day maybe I could leave my place. Once married you can not ever ... "

However, the excruciating conflict never completely resolved.

Only the last period of his life with Dora Diamant is perhaps the most peaceful period, when, incredibly, manages to reconcile peace with his love for the woman with the writing, as to accept in his room during that terrible night where, once, and alone, struggling with his darkness ...

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A caress to the world ...

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"Have you ever thought to paint these walls?"

he asked.

"No, never. Why?

she said.

"Color, color ... here it takes!"

"Color? ... And if one day, coming into this room, you were not rejoice over what should I do?"

Churches with affectionate innocence.

He let out a hiss question. Rizzo even di più la schiena e, così slanciato, fiero e teso come la corda di un violino, le sue energie parvero tutte confluire in quella domanda. La mano destra carezzava il mento ed, infine, le sue dita volarono nell’aria schioccando. Nei suoi occhi una luce vivace accese il suo sguardo aperto. Sorrise e rispose.

“O bé…a quel punto abbatteremo queste mura e ne innalzeremo di nuove!!”

Iniziò a gesticolare teatralmente simulando la folle idea.

Ella rise di gusto e tutto il resto del corpo rise con lei.

“Tu sei matto.”

“Che ne pensi di questo rosso?”

Egli le mostrò la tavolozza ed i suoi eyes were only won by that particular alchemy of colors. However, the enchanting charm is easily dissipated and no longer had his eyes in front of a fairy vision, but were able to analyze the issue with the power of thought. The man pointed to the red not convinced, rather, the fear aroused.

"Oh ... I find it unsuitable. It gives me the air of a sunset on the road to love ... a love that seems about to vanish ... "

" Love fading? ... For God's sake! So do not talk about love! ... Love does not fade and bloom, as you say, can go down, but do not fade away!. Once gone falls asleep tenderly in the corner of the heart and dozing languidly, but is always ready to rise again ... no, no ... not just disappear ... "he began shaking his head in disagreement.

So he appeared unhappy lover. He continued in that neurotic gesture of the head.

The woman looked down disconsolate mild rebuke to quell'indiretto, yet enchanted by those words, her cheeks appeared a slight redness, which acquired greater intensity in spite of the weight because of his white skin, and went out of his mouth a sort of timid prayer.

"Forgive me ... like you're right!"

"Love è un fuoco greco.”

Egli sentenziò.

Dopo qualche secondo di silenzio meditativo, la donna candidamente gli rivolse un complimento.

“Come è piacevole ascoltarti. Mi insegni sempre nuove cose…”

“Ti sbagli.”

“Perché?”

“Come fai a non accorgertene?Tutto ciò che dico lo attingo spudoratamente da te.”

“Ma che dici?”

“Verità. Il mio Amore si nutre del Tuo. E nulla più.”

“Sul serio?”

“Assolutamente.”

“Allora sono molto arrabbiata con te. Si,sei uno spudorato.”

Una vena scherzosa attraversò le sue parole. La sua voce risuonò bambinesca e cristallina e questa musica bastò a conquistare l’uomo che, colto da un calore nuovo, impacciato come un bimbo le prese una mano cominciando a carezzarla lievemente gustandone ogni particolarità, soprattutto l’azzurra e languida venatura che la percorreva. Alzò infine gli occhi docili ,ma furbi, portandoli sul viso dell’amante.

“Si…lo sono. Ma non volermene,te ne prego. Dopotutto, mi limito ad ubbidire a Lei, a studiare avidamente e ripetere superbamente la lezione della mia Maestra come un bravo e volenteroso and ambitious student hoping ... only in a few caresses your praise and encouraging. "

She smiled as the man played with his hand in a flurry of strokes. Visibly flattered and amused by the situation continued with this lovely game and launched a proposal.

"Okay ... so I give you a new lesson: Why not let these white walls? In my opinion no color other than this we can identify the Love ... "

" Ah ... I see what I still have much to learn ... "

" The colors are well on your canvas ... there are at their best them ... they live. Here, on these walls, life would be? "

It remained so, to fix the colors of those paintings, peering immortality that the time would never be granted to those walls ...

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