One, nobody and Facebook

  I know people who have deleted themselves from Facebook and are still alive!   It’s just a joke, but it expresses the wonder of the world which continues beyond social media. Sometimes, the most obvious things seem out of reach. At the bottom of everything, there’s the way you we use it.   THE…

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We’ll miss you to death: funeral on television

funeral funeral In the sea of format Lack of creativity. Very bad ideas. Common sense which can’t be found. Every type of reality is broadcast on television. In a little time we will also watch funerals. Everything will be perfect. Testimonies of childhood and adolescent friendships. The first kiss. Anecdotes. Family members. The school and…

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Write a book and make a book

  Differences There’s a difference between writing a book and making a book, as reported by a witty post by Susanna Casale in which she talks about the book of the artist. An object must communicate with all its parts, i.e. forms, material used, color, layout. The self publisher must use the same meter. Often…

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How to become a real alien

    THE ALIEN Sunday. Free roads and cyclists masters of the asphalt. There’s no traffic of cars, fumes, chaos. This is an unconscious addiction, like when you’re on vacation. You go out. Shops are closed and you feel uncomfortable because you have made the habit of free openings and you need them. It’s the…

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Ci mancherai da morire – il funerale in televisione

    Nel mare dei format Carenza di creatività. Idee di pessimo gusto. Il buon senso che latita. In televisione va in onda ogni tipo di reality. Tra un po’ di tempo assisteremo anche alle esequie. Tutto sarà perfetto. Le testimonianze delle amicizie d’infanzia e di quelle dell’adolescenza. Il primo bacio. Gli aneddoti. I familiari.…

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Americas between dreams, agreements, legends

    White men americas Anyone, despite theirselves, is soaked with America. We are western oriented by lineage, tied to the star-spangled flag by inviolable agreements. We belong, for reasons that we did not choose, to the Yankee area. We are, whether we like it or not, the white men. We unconsciously maintain the same…

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Big Brother

      Tired days in July. The holidays still far. The instability of time. The shutters of many shops have been replaced by residential doors. The evictees have profited from the bankruptcy of the shops and now they live in them. A girl shakes off the tablecloth on the sidewalk. A man sips his…

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Living with no money

    Living with no money It’s half past nine a.m.. I am back from my early morning rounds. I stopped in front of the senior centre, watching the expressions of those retired people engaged in outdoor games. Bowls, cards, morra. By now they will have already gone back inside to shelter from the heat.…

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Le Americhe tra sogni, trattati e leggende

    Uomini bianchi Ognuno suo malgrado, è intriso d’America. Siamo filo occidentali per discendenza, legati alla bandiera stelle e strisce da trattati inviolabili. Apparteniamo, per ragioni che non abbiamo scelto, all’area yankee. Siamo noi, volenti o nolenti, gli uomini bianchi. Conserviamo, inconsciamente, la stessa presupponenza con cui i nostri antenati partivano per fronteggiare gli Indiani d’America. L’idea del progresso…

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Invalidità civile

    Ore 06.30 Quartiere Don Bosco a Roma. È un lunedì qualunque. Fila davanti al portone della USL. Il primo arrivato è il sor Girolamo, settantacinque anni e un tumore al rene. Attende di salire al piano quinto, dove richiedere il materiale protesico, le sacche e i pannoloni. È in coda per la moglie…

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