LOOKING FOR HUMANKIND
Once upon a time there was “the Seeker,” an individual who wandered the world with an obsession: to find humankind. He didn’t quite know what it was, whether a lost object, an endangered species, or a secret ingredient for happiness.
Could anthropology help him? A word that gave him a headache, pr…
PSYCHOPATHOLOGICAL WORLDS
“Si vis pacem, para bellum”
I was in high school (it was a Technical Institute) and during the chemistry class one of the professors, one that I remember most affectionately, was trying to explain to a group of teenagers the properties of some materials, in particular the degree of hardness.
In…
I WANTED TO BE A TOUGH GUY
“Real men” don’t cry, they don’t show their emotions, they are never afraid, they are always sure of their decisions, they have to make themselves respected, they are virile, physically strong and very often they consider women as objects or in any case as things of their property to be controlled or…
Therapeutic, they say
Yesterday I walked with the donkeys they say is therapeutic.
I did yoga listening to the sounds of nature say it is therapeutic.
I’ve read 5 books on mental well-being say it’s therapeutic.
I wrote my life in a diary they say is therapeutic.
I bought a dog they say is therapeutic…
LEFT THOUGHTS
We are going through a difficult time, we went from pandemic to war in Ukraine then Palestine and a black wave is moving across Europe. But these European sovereignists, who hate immigrants and don’t give a damn about the environment, are against the war in Ukraine while democratic Europe is for it…
NORMA CROSSETTO
Every morning I allow myself a quarter of an hour to have breakfast, between croissant and cappuccino I leaf through the newspaper. a kind of ritual with which I take a moment to immerse myself in the stories of the world before facing my little day. Often it is not a “light” reading because the narr…
Sementivae
January always seems endless. It seems to last much longer than its 31 days. In ancient times, on 25 and 26 January, the festival called sementivae, the end of sowing, was celebrated. The end of hard work outside, in the cold, at the deepest point of winter. Then we had to wait. Stand still, hoping t…
THE WORDS I DIDN’T SAY
There are moments when words escape me. I can’t find them, I can’t say them, or I feel like I’m not allowed to. They linger in a corner of my mind, suspended, hidden among my thoughts, turning into shadows of what they could have been. But where do the words I don’t say go? They remain trapped inside…
The Difference
Yesterday was my birthday, but he wasn’t like the others. I have extinguished the candles, I have seen the number of the cake and I thought that is the age when a man, many years ago, became my father. … For a moment I stopped being just a son and thought of that guy, who once had more hair… and…