countless times I've talked about this room, the room above, my, here in the mansion of lilacs. But maybe I never praised enough the merits.
maybe I let myself be influenced by the fact that today, that yesterday I signed a contract that binds me so to speak-to-room for nine more months. is a good reason to love it.
dedicated ourselves the room has many qualities: it is spacious, has an inviting feel (when my disorder does not transform it into a corner of the abyss), has a ceiling at an angle, as they say, is in fact a kind of attic, but the top of the roof / ceiling is at least five feet from my head when I'm standing. there is a double bed, there is a sofa, a wardrobe is-too great-that purpose is to disappear behind a trio of sliding doors. There is a closet where I keep only his underwear and socks. There is a desk. There is a tiny library. There are other pieces that I could frankly thrown out the window. There is a coffee table square, green.
there are, in short, a lot of things, imagine it scattered 'around, more or less geometrically arranged between them.
defects? is a cold room in winter. whether it is hot in summer I can not say yet, when I moved up here in mid-July last year, was not really that hot, sparigi area.
and then there are drafts. and then the room and the house-all-is dangerously leaning: I said it once: it is a pyramid of Giza, a tower of pizah, this mansion. any mind would say that sublunary-foot-putting would notice the sloping ground.
but beyond all, and here is the point, beyond everything, I said, the greatest value of this room is something invisible. is that you get a bit 'mysteriously through a knot of twisted ladder, lagging. is that they really feel anywhere else, when you're here.
is a room that you remove the outside world.
is a room where you feel happy because you know that others in the house, do not have a room like this, hidden, secluded, and a bit 'mysterious, a bit' so.
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