Americas between dreams, agreements, legends

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

Continua a leggere →

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 The shutters of many shops have been replaced by residential doors.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…

Continua a leggere →

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. That leaf will keep falling with the same cyclic nature for the next seasons, for the same…

Continua a leggere →

Speaking of Cesare

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

Continua a leggere →

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 I…

Continua a leggere →

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 or maybe I…

Continua a leggere →

Dot space dot

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

Continua a leggere →

Rider on the storm

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

Continua a leggere →

Candyland

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

Continua a leggere →

Praise of tiredness

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

Continua a leggere →

Page 1 of 2