Reading

On Friday afternoons, before I leave the office, I panic for a moment that over the weekend I will want to continue reading some book left on the desk, lest I lose that pleasure when solitude and that undefined state, similar to that of creativity, when you feel that something is going to happen, create a fusion with the text you are reading. But it can also happen that while moving around the house, your eye catches it (the right book) and, as soon as you start reading it, you relive the same feeling as when a casual touch of your girlfriend's fingers or a caress of your hands causes an electric discharge and an irresistible lust, an explosion that leaves you tasting a special pleasure...