sul da farsi. su cosa o meno pubblicare sul mio blog, quale con quale concetto creare questo tipo di contenuti. una forzatura frutto dell'epoca moderna, credo. in fondo, a me è sempre piaciuto vedere la carta, o una pagina bianca (come quella su cui, dalla mia tastiera semi-silenziosa, scrivo ora) come qualcosa che contenga una … Continue reading ho pensato a lungo →

sono luoghi, dove i "se" che eravamo soliti chiederci hanno soggiornato per lunghe notti torridi pomeriggi e silenziose mattinate martellando instancabili i nostri pensieri ormai deformi, della forma di un mondo che non avevamo mai desiderato. questi luoghi, questi "se" esistono a lungo dentro di noi. A volte, così a lungo che decidiamo di farli … Continue reading i luoghi del nostro passato →

ora, una pausaseduta al solito tavolo grande ingombro di fogli, e sgombro la seraun posto che non mi appartiene ma che posso accedere periodicamente.Tuttavia, non sempre, non quando voglio.Altri posti mi appartengono,dove vige più libertà di movimento.Ma immagino sia questo il punto: di volersi poter muoveredappertuttosenza limiti né frontieresenza mascherine, senza compromessi.Mi hanno tolto qualcosama … Continue reading pausa →

what if everything just stopped and you dropped what you've been doing all these weeks and leave for a far away country for an eternal holiday finally freed from the thousands of duties and fixes you're expected to take care of. Just an eternal holiday with a house and a string instrument and books away … Continue reading torn →

is the place where I get most ideas. Last but not least, a clever trick to hang my curtains. Earlier, inspiration for my posts. The dimension of dreams has no numbers to it, no borders. My senses come together to generate feeling, and it is the feeling that I am left with shortly before waking … Continue reading a dream →

There were birds in Langstrasse during the two months of lockdown. They would sing in the morning, around 5 a.m., like they always do in this season. And not just pigeons --- whose rotten eggs' smell would be brought to your nostrils by a breeze of spring wind --- but other sweet birds that I … Continue reading birds in Langstrasse →

This has been bothering me for a while now. Instead of feeling torn apart by contrasting feelings, I have learned to accept that they can all be true an valid at the same time, in the same place --- my mind. Why not. After all, there's really no way of avoiding it all. And this … Continue reading coexistence →

"Common swift - highly uncertain" says my newest app to identify birds from their singing. I've tried to use the app for a number of times now, but without satisfying results. There are so many variables to take into account: traffic - mostly -, people talking in the office, or me feeling like I shouldn't … Continue reading common swift →

That night we went out on the rooftop. It was late and dark and empty. Since the last time I'd been up there somebody had put a blue gazebo covering what I liked to call "the lounge area". But now it had partially collapsed - its legs bent in twisted angles - and was standing … Continue reading on the rooftop →

There's an empty cup of tea on the floor - but it's not my cup of tea. There's memories of things I didn't do and I didn't say, but that somebody thought belonged to me. Why should I have to deal with them anyway and clean up a mess that only exists in somebody's head? Pitch … Continue reading cup of tea →