The Po Valley
The Po Valley is a huge lake of moisture and space. Plain recently, clay, alluvial, very fertile, very fruitful womb. Earth and arm fatigue, and bearded women and men equal (because the land needs of the arms and the sweat of all), space to go (we love cars and engines). Earth steamy, female odor from the turf from the river beds and plowed into walls and elevates summer morning mist floating through the houses. Log in bones and brain all this moisture, swollen bodies and things, makes heavy thoughts, stimulates the desires of the body. It makes crazy, because thought must stop, closing in on itself, to define, but the humidity makes it float away and the calm and quiet they need. The great thoughts are born in the dry and parched lands, the Greek olive trees, the mountains and caves of ascetics in the deserts.
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