It is late when I enter the half-empty Sala del Consiglio and look for a place: trying not to be noticed by the speaker, I unfortunately end up in the first row, just facing myself with the smiling face of Prof. Fabio Zanzotto. I humbly sit down and try toRead More →
My back hurts and I really cannot turn to see what time it is. I wake up, in the middle of the night, and try to reach the toilet like a zombie looking for fresh meat. When I look my face reflected on the mirror, I understand immediately that IRead More →
He used to move elegantly under the midday sunshine, crossing the roads and the small vias of the old town of Gallipoli like an old shadow with a white panama on top. I still remember him stopping, from time to time, in front of a church or another baroque building,Read More →
It is 6 pm and I am still struck in the traffic at the crossroads between Via Laurentina and Via della Magliana. I have to go towards the centre, and it will probably take me some hours before that I can sit in front of my pizza and relax. TrafficRead More →
It happens sometimes that one feels like he has to do something, and then he just stands staring in the middle of nothing, with a cocktail in his hand and in the sad background of a latin-american song that tells “Baila conmigo mujer / Que la noche solamente comienza”. Well,Read More →
Every time I wake up, I have to scratch on the surface of the glass to remove the thick veil of condensed water that the night stuck on it: then, I can finally see the shapes of the trees outside, the peaks of the mountains on the horizon, the bodiesRead More →
When I step into a place I still don’t know very well, the first things I look at are the objects that populate it. I vividly remember all the times I adventured myself in the many unknown rooms of my grandparents’ villa in Lecce; I would always go in searchRead More →
It is late night when I come back home and lay on the carpet where the strands cross one another and make up fantastic imaginary figures. These days I am always depressed when I come back, as I can feel the air full of tension down in the streets andRead More →
Endlessly rolling a huge boulder up a steep hill must be annoying. A path of pain and sorrow, especially when the boulder rolls all the way back down at the starting point, as soon as the top of the hill is reached. This is the story of Sisyphus, the bravestRead More →
I am watching the time label on the screen of my phone, laying down on the white sheet of my bed. The white of the sheets is just the same color of my vest, and it seems like I am submerged in the same big white sea, only my faceRead More →