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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.

Articles in english – 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.

Mail from land – chapter two

      Certificate of deposit – CC BY-NC-ND Mail from land   Baresi calls me on the phone of the corridor to inform me that the next day the delegation of an important Canadian company will come and that they will need the first conference room of the ground floor. I ask him, because…

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Mail from land

      Mail from land NOTES It’s a delicate tale, a rear-wheel drive, which means that it’s counterbalanced by a heavy project on its back. The main character is a mean, I needed a character in which I could pour hidden resentments, fears and also neighbor’s curiosities. Omar doesn’t tell a story of integration…

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A leaft

      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, for the same reasons; not that lead, alas, but…

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Speaking of Cesare

      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, then dispersing them into the darkness. It looks like…

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I’m the Devil

    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 I collect threats. The more I live life and the…

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Feel like home

        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 or maybe I always knew it and I didn’t…

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Dot space dot

    Suspended between the show of the world and the show business without distinguishing the discrepancy, I assist with lack of motivation of the slow flow: even the most accurate GPS could guide me in the right direction where drive at. It’s a euphemism defining all this “show”. Last night I dreamed of my…

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Rider on the storm

    I’ve always been a chronic immature, in the balance between the gears of passing time, a body which inexorable fades and the surrounding environment which judges my movements. Who am I really? What I let shine through and what do I hide? How do other people see me? Who would I be? Dilemmas. In…

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Candyland

      Translated by Emilia Maiella Music, yoga, a book I’d like: everybody has the right of some revelry. If any authority supported this, I would vote him, no matter what. I don’t care about speeches stuffed with new meanings, life flies by too fast. Candyland The joy of living, maybe rationed, should be…

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Praise of tiredness

      Praise of tiredness – We are planets outside our orbit. We inhabit sepulchres for living beings where we leave photos that change every so often. We mark dates and reoccurrences, we post epitaphs that someone reads every so often but we also send messages to those who aren’t there and can’t respond,…

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