10.17.2011
10.14.2011
Congo e cellulari
Cosa ha a che fare la guerra in Congo con i telefoni cellulari che usiamo tutti i giorni?
Scoprilo qui.
Scoprilo qui.
10.10.2011
a beacon
temptation
is the final reversed draft of the journey
unravelled
it's the everyday battle
upon the seas of the new world
the ego arising
as a beacon in an endless
night
leaning to scratch below a surface
that's never been thick
narcissistic
memetics patterns
in the flow of a nosebleed
in the shelter of the hollowing
is the final reversed draft of the journey
unravelled
it's the everyday battle
upon the seas of the new world
the ego arising
as a beacon in an endless
night
leaning to scratch below a surface
that's never been thick
narcissistic
memetics patterns
in the flow of a nosebleed
in the shelter of the hollowing
5.11.2011
Atonement of a hidden artist (former bartender)
When I told you everything was fine, it wasn't.
I'm sorry for that.
I was supposed to come to Venice, and I didn't.
It was not a game, it has just been bad days,
bad thoughts, and my mind
sank somewhere.
And I never wrote to you either
because I really didn't know
how to explain what happened.
So I won't.
When we'll meet again
feel free to beat me with an egg whisk
like the lady on the cover of your magazine.
I know you'd like to do that.
I also know you're really proud
of that cover,
and you're right
it's so cool!
I also know you'll be in a sulk
reading these words,
because you don't understand why
I disappeared like that.
And I know you'll be also wondering
why am I writing you like a former lover
rather than a former bartender.
Anyway, we both know
I've never been
on that list.
It's nice to hear again from you.
And I actually miss being a bartender,
I must confess it.
I'm sorry for that.
I was supposed to come to Venice, and I didn't.
It was not a game, it has just been bad days,
bad thoughts, and my mind
sank somewhere.
And I never wrote to you either
because I really didn't know
how to explain what happened.
So I won't.
When we'll meet again
feel free to beat me with an egg whisk
like the lady on the cover of your magazine.
I know you'd like to do that.
I also know you're really proud
of that cover,
and you're right
it's so cool!
I also know you'll be in a sulk
reading these words,
because you don't understand why
I disappeared like that.
And I know you'll be also wondering
why am I writing you like a former lover
rather than a former bartender.
Anyway, we both know
I've never been
on that list.
It's nice to hear again from you.
And I actually miss being a bartender,
I must confess it.
4.22.2011
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