Mohsen''s tear and poor Italy

About life, before, after, above, and below.The poet says: I will return to the pulse of eternity in the poem, and rewrite the love poem so that love may continue to be one of the most beautiful incentives for the birth of poetry.The philosopher, consumed by rage and rebellion, says: I will search for Socrates'' beard and pluck it. Meanwhile, the novelist refuses to answer, and when they tell him that he must respond voluntarily or by force, he tells them: I am waiting for the victim''s tongue to speak about what benefits me so that I can write, and each of us will write what those moments of terror affect him, for in the act of writing about what is after, there is no need for the past to be a thread connecting it to the present. After the enthusiasm of history, there is little in it, and being influenced by so-and-so among the writers of the bygone era due to the viral pandemic is no longer an incentive to write a novel! Few of them want to become another Calvino, even without intending to. His eyes well up at the scenes of Italian distress, no longer saved by the night in the Moravian tales, nor by the honey of lust dripping from Monica Bellucci''s lips, nor by memories of Sophia Loren''s seductive breasts in black and white films.