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Enrico Mattioli was born in an Italian city, the capital of that State, washed by a river, built on seven hills, of which he prefers not to make the name for privacy reasons.
Enrico started his career as a humorist, but an experience as a basic union delegate made him passionate about issues related to working environments. Humour and social, therefore, live together in his books.

Notes – enricomattioli.com – Enrico Mattioli was born in an Italian city, the capital of that State, washed by a river, built on seven hills, of which he prefers not to make the name for privacy reasons.
Enrico started his career as a humorist, but an experience as a basic union delegate made him passionate about issues related to working environments. Humour and social, therefore, live together in his books.

The end of the pain

    I’m a sleeping dog. Sometimes I bite when someone shakes me. You can understand much more by the expressions of person than from the words he/she says. A thousand faces who know nothing about the other one, meet each other at the same time, in a thousand places. Who knows how many things…

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The goniometer: everything is relative

    I call it “the goniometer theory”. It’s the tool used for measuring angles, but also for weighing the absolute truth, that consideration many persons think to possess.  What is it about? We ideally place an idea, a shape or an image at the centre of the tool and we turn around it until…

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Originality of the animal

    The ones I love the most are the people who have probably not even completed the fourth grade, that is, the absolutely simple people. I’m not saying this as a rhetoric. The petit-bourgeois culture, at least in my country (but perhaps also in France and Spain), is something that always leads to corruption,…

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How to become a real alien

    A gift for you: DEAR CUSTOMER 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…

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Americas between dreams, agreements, legends

  The first chapters of Stars of dust: A gift for you 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,…

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Big Brother

    The first chapters of Stars of dust: A gift for you   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…

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A leaft

    The first chapters of Stars of dust: A gift for you   When a leaf falls from a tree, with the same synchrony, in a million places happen a million different things. Big and little events, ordinary and unusable. A leaft That leaf will keep falling with the same cyclic nature for the next seasons,…

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Speaking of Cesare

      The first chapters of Stars of dust: A gift for you Speaking Everything always begins before the yoga lesson. You arrive in advance, sit on the carpet to prepare for relaxation; the defenses are down, we make a small talk waiting for the lights turn out leaving only a lamp to seal our chit-chat,…

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I’m the Devil

    The first chapters of Stars of dust: A gift for you   Dealing with our demons is not easy. Egocentricity should be regularly denounced. The more I find myself and the more I disgust myself. The more I look for certainties and the more I find ruins. The more I invoke peace and the more…

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Feel like home

      The first chapters of Stars of dust: A gift for you   In the last few years I have had the distress of a long list of things I don’t like to do, with the consequence I don’t know what satisfied me. Only now I can understand what I want, I suddenly realized it…

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