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“Focus and repeat: acqua increspata”

“Acua igrezpatta”

"No, Focus… IN. CRES. PA. TA… Acqua increspata."

Over the years he will have forgotten his face, his ways of saying, all those European neurosis that used to amuse and then annoy him so much, the apartments, the fun, the travels, the sex, the anguish, the grudge, the final liberation and the guilt.

But for all the times they stopped to look at the

wind making tiny waves on that still water pond they call fountain, he will remember how to say “rippled water” in Italian.