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    Save Mike Soul
    Save Mike Soul
    Save Mike Soul
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    Save Mike Soul

    By Michele J.Romano

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    A book out of the box: A story that smells of Freedom in each page and that is imbued of poetry, biography and thoughts highlight the expressiveness of the author with a heart to heart reading, unconditioned and free from any literary tendencies.

    Hope, imagination and reality: it’s the story of a man in balance between life and death, between his favourite bench and a hospital bed, between his dreams and a tough reality. A man who doesn’t give up to fight, he’s created a virtual world to survive, and he’s turned himself into a poet who has been carried away by his wind, a wind of passion of a boy in love with life and aware of taking the risk to be happy and for this reason, only for this reason, he continues his journey. MJR
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMichele J. Romano
    Release dateApr 1, 2020
    ISBN9788835803362
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      MICHELE J. ROMANO

      ...AND DON’T TAKE YOURSELF TOO SERIOUSLY

      A novel by Michele J.Romano

      Any resemblance to actual persons, living or virtual, or actual events is purely coincidental....

      ... including the main character...

      I wouldn’t be a poet without you...one who shapes words like modeling the clay... I wouldn’t have become the man I am without you and for this reason I’m asking for your forgiveness now... for setting up on you...for cursing you...it was hard but the pain was unbearable in my heart ... inside the tunnel you can’t see any perspective, inside the tunnel... nobody has understood me... now I don’t think to be out but I can see a light down there...in the end ...now I believe you’ve never cheated on me even if I’m a hurt man now... deep-down...

      ...to my life...a little bizarre...but it’s still mine

      ...thoughts blur in a space without time...thoughts project...it’s you, you have no way out... it’s you with your desire...it’s you with your anger building castles in the air...castles with the sand but it’s just an illusion... you can break down that cage...if only you would go beyond your limits ..if only you’ve loved me of an endless love...

      ...for all the ones who love me even just a little bit

      ...and being able to look beyond...before the times runs out before life shoots its hit...and being faster...fast as lighting and stop losing the years again as the ones you’ve already lost...

      White...it’s now this paper before my eyes...white...white as white could be the splendor of life...white as white could be a white sheet...white... I was ready to write thousands and thousands of words... but I’ve been hypnotized by the beauty of this splendor... by the beauty of this color... by the sadness of this candor...by the perception of emptiness transmitted by it... by the perception of loneliness that reflects you...white...transparent white... it bares you...it doesn’t lie...it doesn’t lie...it reflects you just the way you are...it shows you what you don’t want to see...what you are and you wish you weren’t...what you are and you know you are...naked before the truth of things...naked before the evidence...but the more you look at yourself the more you like yourself...the more you look at yourself the more you think you are beautiful... beautiful inside...beautiful outside...beautiful...you are what you are...you’ve rode out the storms to arrive here e this is not the case of being hard with yourself...it’s not at all, my darling...

      ...I just want you to know that there is someone who, in his heart... will never condemn you...

      Dedicated to the dear Prof. Carlo Marcelletti...

      Preface...It all started this way...

      ...How is it possible, you will ask me...it is the way it is, I will answer to you...as it just shouldn’t have started...it shouldn’t have ended...but damn goodness it’s not over...I tell you about my brother...about me and my brother...my little man...stopped, immobilized in a hospital bed... he is there asking why...why he is there immobilized in a hospital bed...surrounded by many little beds...occupied by many innocent souls who don’t know and maybe never will what happened to them...why they are there too...why can’t they be hold by their parents...why their parents are staring at them behind the glass doors and don’t go closer...they don’t let them feel them...why does mum has the courage to enter and can’t dad...he can’t accept a cruel destiny which is bringing away his innocent soul...without any apparent reason...a raffle penalizing them...a life nipped in the bud...a hard life...he can’t do it...there, behind the glass doors, with his soft-eyes, the look of love...sending lovely kisses...tears come streaming down his face...I could never forget them...tears of hope knowing there’s not much hope...it could end badly...very badly...worse than you expect...you can just pray...nothing else...pray and hope... become detached from the rest...from all the grief surrounding you...you couldn’t bear this burden too...everyone’s on its own...it’s not being selfish...trust me...it’s the only way to survive...it’s the only way not to go insane...you have to do your best with the last drop of optimism left...you can’t waste your mental energies on something different from that little bed...on something different from the innocent soul crying without knowing...crying not understanding...my brother’s bed is bigger...the kid has grown into a man...my little man...who is the man ready to start the adventure which my brother started...what man could...only a surgery...everything seemed to be easy...It shouldn’t have gone that way...nothing had to get worse...but here is the blow...few days and everything went wrong...the heart skips...yes, you’ve understood...the heart skips...anesthesia...surgery...a new heart on the way...it’s urgent...very urgent...who knows where it comes from...who knows...who knows...it’s better not to know...a prayer and so on...this responsibility would be too heavy...have prayed for a new heart...it’s absurd...another man’s heart...a dead man...a man who died to save his brother...who are we to claim the right not to lose a beloved one...prating for his salvation...which coincides with another man’s death...another broken family...another mother brokenhearted...it’s absurd...we just have to

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