COME, COME IN, THIS IS MY HOME
Dear Papillon, I have seen many butterflies since summer broke out. I have also seen them in places where I thought, “Of course poor things! While you only live for one day you might as well have chosen a better place to spend it instead of the flower beds at Exit 25 of the ring road!” But what do th…
SIBLINGS: BORN AND MADE
Ah, siblings! That mysterious, fascinating, and often exasperating phenomenon that occurs when two (or more) human beings are born of the same mother, raised by the same father, grow up in the same house, yet end up being the living antithesis of one another.
Who are siblings, you might ask? They…
I AM SO UGLY, A MONSTER!
Anyone familiar with psychotherapy work with adolescents knows perfectly well that feeling ugly is very common in boys. Boys who would have absolutely nothing to reproach themselves with regard to their aesthetic appearance.
It is a symptom, dysmorphophobia, that we find in various clinical…
SEPARATE
There are stories that when you try to explain them you feel like they lose their meaning, “Life of Pi” is one of these and when I find myself talking about cinema and saying that this is definitely one of my favorite films, I often hear people ask me “What do you think this film is about, what is th…
GEOMETRY OF RELATIONSHIPS
The straight line is the utopia. It is the relationship without beginning or end. But we do not trust it… it is a religious, non-human relationship. While true, but still difficult, is the semi-straight one, a relationship that has a beginning but not an end Is this the relationship we’re look…
AWAY FROM THE EYES, AWAY FROM THE HEART
“There is something in the air that winter is not, I don’t know why…”
It’s certainly a phrase that we all said or heard, even if few of the readers of Papillon will know that it is also the title of a beautiful (and very old!) song. Certainly not a “HIT” summer eh, but it could sound current, al…
THERE IS ALWAYS A WAY TO FIND YOUR LEGS
Aperitif with women in Piazza Anfiteatro, soft lights, street musicians, bars and picturesque restaurants envelop me on this early summer evening. At the table, needless to say, we talk about men and I am amused by the idea that, despite disappointments and, fortunately they are still at…
It’s my fault
It’s my fault. It’s my fault because I fight, because I talk, because I move. It’s my fault because I don’t settle, I don’t stay, I go. It’s my fault because I never managed to stay still for a long time even when the others might need it. It’s my fault because I studied without caring about anything…
COMING BACK 2.0. ANTI-ULYSSES
The word “coming back” insistently comes to mind every time I return home, retracing the tree-lined streets, the meadows, and in the distance, I see the mountains of every color that tell me I’m close. I come back home, but not just to four walls with a roof, but to a place where every object, every…