10th October – Knock knock, who’s there? Could this be love that’s calling? The door is always open wide.

It’s an intellectual joke based on Italian grammar, and the fact that gnocci could be the plural of gnocc, or knock, but it doesn’t matter if you don’t get this part immediately.

April 5th – The concrete and the clay, beneath my feet begins to crumble.

Almost everything that everyone else says is not worth the air with which it is spoken, obviously.

13th Oct – No chance to emigrate, I’m deep in debt and now it’s much too late.

That’s the sort of attitude that can cure apostacy as deep set as mine.