How I met Ssandro.

I never talked to him, neither did he.

But one lazy afternoon in Tallahassee,
Trapped at a tiny editing room, which didn't have any single window,
I sighed and...said to myself..."Desire are already memories."

"That's from Invisible Cities."
I turned and saw he was there.

Yes, that's how we became friends.
We didn't have to say more. That's what I needed for friend.

Invisible Cities.

When a man rides a long time through wild regions he feels the desire for a city.
Finally he comes to Isidora,
a city where the buildings have spiral staircases encrusted with spiral seashells,
where perfect telescopes and violins are made,
where the foreigner hesitating between two women always encounters a thrid,
where cockfights degenerate into bloody brawls among the bettors.
He was thinking of all these things when he desired a city. Isidora, therefore, is the city of his dreams: with one difference. The dreamed-of city contained him as a young man; he arrives at Isidora in his old age.
In the square there is the wall where the old men sit and watch the young go by; he seated in a row with them.

Desires are already memories.