Write at night has an entirely different appeal. The noise of the city are more distant, or otherwise are less frenetic, and leave space to the sounds of home, but there are always that, left free from the superstructure are released in all their mysterious anxiety. We must get used to it, because in the beginning are unknown, can lead to distraction, then slowly even those become part of a soundtrack usual and reassuring. The night is a time suspended, large, free zones, provided that it can be fully exploited. For some, the night is the moment of transgression, for others it is time for reflection, where you can recover that margin necessary solitude, that moment of creativity that day is fragmented into thousands of commitments and tasks. The night is silent, but a silence full of other sounds. Then take over the sleep and fatigue, has now become too fast tomorrow, today, tomorrow, and it's already time to start again ...
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