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BEES OF FLYING DREAMS ARE FINALLY AT HOME WE ARE FASCISTS

finally came out the bees. I should say the book "The Bees of the Dream", but over the years, "the bees" have really done a lot of company and served in life. That's why I like to say and write bees .

This is a job that involved Lorenzo (my husband) in many and many years (1996-2005). There were many drafts and many stakeholders. It seemed that for one reason or another there was no place for the Bees. We knocked on many doors. We had hoped for more. Then one day, I decided to write to PM Espedito, Servitium responsible for the publishing house, which he understood and started to Prendes care of them. Bees, soon, they would have seen the light.

When I began to attend Lorenzo during the mourning period, two were his partners, or better, two were the lungs that made him breathe: Paul Celan and Emily Dickinson.

Through dialogue with Celan was born Charity of the night was always p. Espedito who gathered with manly hands and the delicate manuscript. He knew the way and made himself available for a publication.

Then came the Lexicon of joy, of the new translation of Rilke's Book of Hours and then de The Bees dream .

I still remember when, many years ago, I went to Milan to bring the work of Lawrence in a note Literary Agency, to see if it was possible find a partner in the publishing world. The person with whom I came in contact was very helpful and tried to do everything possible to promote the manuscript. He sensed the value. Unfortunately, no nothing came of it, but with hindsight, was probably better that way. Every job has its own history and that of bees is long and cumbersome. The nature - my mother says - no jumps.

"are often steeped in pain and although delicate and beautifully written, are not suited to the needs of the publishing market. Perhaps that is why they struggle to take flight "- so, several years ago, I spoke to someone who still works in the publishing world and who knows the "strange" laws that regulate it.

Who knows, maybe he was right (although, truth be told, I think there are many other reasons and that the bees had to wait for the right time, as all things. Neither one minute or one minute after . There is a time for everything, even for the bees: you can not force the stages. The right to the heart that gives breath waiting, meanwhile, has many reasons to keep on living, loving and suffering).

Bees recently flew back home in their new guise. It 's beautiful.

A big thank you to Servitium Margheritta Pieracci Harwell and that kept them in baptism.

This is a long letter to Emily Dickinson, in which the poet Lorenzo poses a question about joy. On tiptoe, we enter with him into the world of Emily: I see no case, the faces and places. Small paintings set in Amherst join their merry voices of the companions or the sweet and suffering of the mother.

Any person, being in the hands of these pages, you can hear the echo coming from the room of Emily Dickinson from the living room and take actions, conversations, laughter still echo down to us.

These bees, I assure you, are friendly, they treat their guests with respect, whether they are "good" or "bad" readers.