COGITO ERGO BRON

Di nuovo a fondo,  qui mi crogiolo,  qui osservo il mondo,          qui mi consolo.  Indipendente,  qui vagabondo evanescente  qui mi nascondo.  Ma mentre sondo,  pazientemente,  lì nel mio mondo,  nella mia mente,  mi rendo conto,  un po’ mestamente,  che giro in tondo,  inconcludente e intanto affondo,  miseramente.

"L a ricerca della libertà, paga il pegno della solitudine." Luca Bron PdA 2006

"L' uomo è soltanto una, delle innumerevoli forme di vita esistenti. Chi crede che l'esistenza umana abbia maggiore dignità, rispetto a quella di qualsiasi altra creatura vivente, sbaglia. Luca Bron 22/12/2005

"L a fiducia e la stima vanno sempre date, con riserva." Luca Bron

"L' unica cosa che non si può pretendere dagli altri,      è essere corrisposti." Luca Bron Roma 2000

to Seba I loved her from that very first moment. Something in her look attracted me. I found her expression beautiful and melancholic at once, like Monna Lisa’s one, but there was more. “Her hazy smile confused me, I found that clear immediately. An only thing was meant to me, to look for what I couldn’t see”. It seemed that an invisible veil of indifference was covering her face, making her feelings inscrutables. Was she getting sad? Was she getting happy? I couldn't tell… The only thing I felt, was that underneath that “quiet” she was constantly evolving. She was a human being in “becoming”, but becoming what? I caught in her face millions of facets. Maybe she had been sad a minute ago and now she was getting happy, or maybe she had just been happy and now she was getting sad… It was like she had already been, infinite times happy and infinite times sad. If she was supposed to smile, her smile contained every nuance of happiness...

L’aria                                        (autunno 1999) Chi sei tu, che riempi la mia vita come l’aria? Così eterea, ma così necessaria… io non ti vedo, ma ti respiro… io vivo di te.                                       Luca Bron