The little blak smock in Venise.Presentation

Presentation

 

Everyone in our life fortuitously meets a series of people who accompany us on this journey and with whom we must necessarily relate.

Some support us, make us smile, they love us; others hinder us, they create problems, they see us like smoke in the eyes.

In any case they are part of us, of our personal history and we can’t do in a different way.

This book is dedicated to all these people I have met because without them my life would have been less interesting.

He changed part my story to make my life more interesting for the reader.

It was fine with me.

This story was written to remember emotions, to remind many faces that crowd the mind only if you want to recover and look for them in the recesses of memory, to bring to light many stories that were told to you the day before yesterday and not to forget the vicissitudes of your people, loves, envies, friendships and rancor.

Sometimes he had to force my self: by subverting something or modifying a reality difficult for me to tell.

I picked up the witness of memory from Aunt Bice, given that after his death I am the father of my family to tell many stories where reality and dream come together.

I have always been fascinated by great storytellers whether they are writers, poets, painters or sculptors.

I like telling stories mixing reality and fantasy.

I am neither a computer’s genius but I try to wrait to preserve the memories from oblivion and to remember all the people that I loved and from which I was left to leave

Nicola Centofanti

Cremona November 13, 2010