There is a specific time, enclosed in an embrace of beginning and end, located in a precise point in the world, where these poems germinated.
In October 2024, I enter the Papa Giovanni XXIII Hospital in Bergamo to begin a series of preliminary tests for the collection of my stem cells, for a transplant that my father, who suffers from non-Hodgkin's lymphoma, will receive.
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