In describing the last moments of life of the protagonist, in Muriel Barbery ' Elegance of the Hedgehog (a book that I never tire of praising), says: "This morning, I understand what it means to die when are the others disappear to die for us. " We usually think of our death as absolute deprivation of the things we enjoyed and others that amiano. Operating an ingenious reversal of perspective, the author invites us to look at the deprivation that causes death in our world and other individuals that will be of being present the life of our consciousness.
Today'm in Pascoli, soul or a death (1905), similar thought, even a step further: the beloved dead still live - if only in a "smell" of life - the thought of the lover, but when this will disappear for a woman dead and more definitive
O you who are among the live
just because you think;
like smell of incense
was a pine tree that was ...
But when I ...? morivi
Pure too ... Trembling
The moment I see, when
Do not you think more.
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