Luciano Spalletti and the gift of synthesis

When they ask me “make news”, I don’t understand. For me it is always news. Chronicle of events, feelings, every aspect of life. Everything we say is news. Some get lost behind words, in love with themselves, others are shy, prefer silences (which are stories), still others are kissed by the gift of synthesis (ah the synthesis, inside the castle of things by a secret route) and in one sentence they summarize everything. Language is like a forest with many trees, there are flashes behind the trunks, the sun penetrates with its cuts of light. Therefore, language is that glow, that cut of light. Here is the summary!