This was the first time that he’d felt that way in as long as he could remember. His soul had been in a state of tumult for so many years now that he’d become accustomed to that basso continuo of pain, regret, remorse, and incompleteness that had given his life the color that it now possessed. Preparations for the festival were reaching their feverish finale. The quarter was teeming with frantic activity, everyone seemed to be carrying something from one place to another, hanging up festoons, applying ornaments. Along the way he’d looked around him with the greatest possible watchfulness: it would have been a terrible twist of fate to be robbed now of all times. But everything had gone perfectly, according to plan. It had taken three extra days, that was all. To complete his masterpiece. But everything had worked out perfectly. As he walked his usual route, one step after the other, he breathed deeply. He took the baking hot air, freighted with odors, into his lungs.
What do You think about The Bottom Of Your Heart (2015)?
