What is man without the disease? Have you ever imagined a man who was frail looking? Have you ever imagined a man who knew only strong feelings, he did not know what the doubt, weakness, fatigue? I, man, I wont ever meet. I would never meet a man who did not regret having lost himself, that he had never experienced the suffering of the tears which had never rediscovered in suffering. All this that I find beautiful nell’uomo, io lo chiamo malattia, perché come la malattia, ci fa apparire l’uomo per quello che è.
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