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. That leaf will keep falling with the same cyclic nature for the next seasons, for the same reasons; not that lead, alas, but another and another one again.…

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Speaking of Cesare

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 a forum, we are…

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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 more I…

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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 see it. There are…

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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 father who…

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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 my life,…

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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. The joy of living, maybe rationed, should be offered by public health…

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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, almost certain that they can however read,…

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In my country

Translation by Yaiza Cañizares   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 Accumuli taken some time ago.…

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