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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.

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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In my country

      Translation by Yaiza Cañizares umbria   6.45 pm. It is about to begin the yoga lesson. I arrived earlier. The instructor is talking to a lady who is usually my next-mat neighbour. I sit between them because I listened to their conversation. The woman takes her cellphone and shows us pictures from…

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Women

WOMEN     Translated by Emilia Maiella At four in the morning, while I’m having a beautiful dream, suddenly the phone in the corridor rings. The one that only rings when a call-centre employee calls to sell me something I don’t want, that telephone that should never ever ring in the middle of the night.…

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Armed gang

    Translated by Emilia Maiella A karst river of incandescent lava, here is my current state of mind. I am at the public park, walking with my mother’s dog, and I observe the world running slowly around me with the slowness of a pachyderm. Armed gang. Slightly blurred images depict couples with a three-wheeled…

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The doormat

    Translated by Emilia Maiella Old Alvaro’s bad mood, exhausted by senility, shows through when, getting home from a walking, he cleans his shoes in front of the door: if the doormat is not well aligned, it is certain that the atmosphere at Malacostas’ gets menacing. That rug, a despised present from his son-in-law…

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Where is Happiness

      I’m a quiet man. I’d happily stay in my neighbourhood meeting those three or four friends I still have, but this doesn’t mean I’m closed-off, on the contrary, I love to get out of my comfort zone, even if it doesn’t seem. I don’t have a great sense of defensive, and like…

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Hypothesis: live without working

      Epicurus Most people have a job which doesn’t satisfy them, although it allows them to live. So they have to find happiness or accomplishment in other directions. The cost of live-in leads us to live on the brink of serenity and work only serves this. The crush the work produces on the…

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The Mask

The mask     I’ve never been a big liar. The biggest lies I’ve told have been to myself. Deceit is like an unstable bed that, while affecting posture for some time, makes you survive and then with perseverance takes you to the physical drift. Many notice a façade, except those who put it on.…

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Freedom

      Frankly, I belong to this society in spite of myself. It feels foreign to me, I ignore the direction taken and I do not understand its people, even if many say they do not understand me as well. We accept anything, showing off wisdom: it is useless to bear a grudge, it…

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Enrico Mattioli