is such a sudden action. She's leaving. I left. I'm leaving. Leave me. Just leave it. I'm left to my thoughts and I think that I like leaving a lot. Moving between places, people and situations. Like my life is changing and I have power over it. Not today. Today I learned that somebody is … Continue reading leaving →

There's these flowers I want in the garden of the house in front of my house. When the gardener cut the grass he left islands of daisies. I see them from my kitchen's window every morning and I think to myself that I really should go to that garden and pick all the flowers I … Continue reading flowers I want →

frozen chickpeas in a freezer drawer - my friend Moritz says that's the best way to keep them once they have been cooked and not eaten but I wonder what if there's no way at all to keep things from shrinking and disappearing? I felt the dense softness of water running through my fingers raindrops … Continue reading sensational →

orange I smelled that afternoon. It was early for oranges, not even April. But that smell brought me straight to summer and I saw two oranges, a week later, sitting in the sun on stone stairs waiting to be eaten. A week after that my skin turned orange in the light coming from an imaginary … Continue reading ode to orange →

The lack of structure is itself destructive. There'd be no purpose in trying to understand anything, otherwise. No matter how shallow you'd try not to be, everything would just be gone and leave you in such a short time that you'd hope you would not notice. And in these empty lines you'd try to trace … Continue reading empty lines →

I hear a noise that's not a noise it's a sound and it only exists inside my head.   It fills my thoughts and memories of the evening - the absence of silence, the way everyone wants to be close to someone - the endless movement of particles. I remember lights and smells so far … Continue reading silent gravity →

She wasn't the first person suggesting it, but you knew that if you didn't tell anyone then it wouldn't be as real, and you needed it so badly to be real, because it would mean, in some twisted way, that you were real too. But they make you wonder, what if. What if it's all … Continue reading wonder →

(English text below) Un temporale invernale, un pomeriggio di febbraio. Pioggia debole all'inizio, più forte dopo, milioni di gocce scompigliate da un vento impetuoso. Tutto è deserto. Come un fulmine a ciel sereno, la tempesta ha rovesciato il contenitore delle schedine del Lotto fuori dal chiosco alla fermata del tram. Dapprima le schedine volano per … Continue reading stormy weather on a sunday afternoon →

I remember I didn't know what to expect, nor when. I always felt a step behind and inappropriately inappropriate, like your mind was racing ten thousand times faster than mine, and in all possible directions, even those I'd never seen or thought of. Thinking back, I'm amazed that I even got to catch up with … Continue reading inafferrabile →

you'd lie awake in your bed at 4am night after night sleeping a tormented sleep filled with repetitive dreams, a tiring dance for the mind where you'd play the same thoughts all over again, the same words, the same faces afraid to forget afraid of not being able to remember why you are doing any … Continue reading restless →