Wednesday, November 4, 2020

the last book I ever read (The Baron in the Trees by Italo Calvino, excerpt three)

from The Baron in the Trees by Italo Calvino:

The moon rose late and shone over the branches. In their nests the titmice slept, curled up like him. In the night, outside, the silence of the park was traversed by countless rustlings and distant sounds, and the wind passed through. At times a far-off roar arrived: the sea. From the window I strained my ears to that irregular breath and tried to imagine how it would sound, without the familiar womb of the house, to someone who was just a few yards away but completely entrusted to it, with only the night around him, the only friendly object to which he could cling the trunk of a tree without its rough bark traveled by tiny endless tunnels in which the larvae slept.

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