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…
LIKE DROPS OF WATER
Remember when you were children what was the question that made you feel proud, moved, blush, despair, rejoice and yell (not necessarily in this order or all together!) parents, grandparents, uncles, family friends, teachers etc.?
I’m sure it is, and I’m equally sure it’s: “And why.?”
You will…
ART, DREAM AND IRRATIONAL WORLD
It always has a certain effect on me to hear phrases like “I haven’t dreamed for years” or “Dreams are our unconscious desires” or “We dream about what happens to us because we have experienced it and we bring it back to sleep as a memory”.
Thanks to the latest article on this blog “Cognetti: the…