I worked for a very long time in an Irish pub. I still go there frequently: my boyfriend is the successful manager. Yes, I could sense your thoughts at the second line, you might have thought I like my Guinness too much. That is the nature of Irish pubs, besides being the best place for … Continue reading S.
Non sarò una scrittrice affermata (per il momento...) ma posso sicuramente dichiarare di averci provato a lungo. Uno dei ricordi che tuttora porto vividamente dei miei otto anni di età è di quella volta che era di una di quelle idiote giornate di Marzo, quando a Roma incomincia a piovere e fa "ancora fresco" fino … Continue reading Quindici anni or sono, le mie prime poesie
Finches melting, the knot of longing arms, band now my waist, squeeze me with your care. Barefoot, I am riding the glass line of the Equator. pour me wine, let me clean the corner of your chest, you did not bring any armor. Turn my face, point at my lobe, suck out the thoughts about … Continue reading Number 21
WARNING: This post contains strong visual images. I used to be scared of toilet flushes on airplanes. I bet you can mirror yourself into this as they flush EXTREMELY strong and loud. I once read about this woman who remained seated while flushing and her intestine had been partially sucked out (I warned you at … Continue reading On the fear of dynousaurs and toilet flush
Ti penso mentre quest'areo discende, infrange l'immensità di bianco fuori al finestrino, il ronzio delle turbine mentre planiamo verso le chiese barocche, sotto quella canzone che ascoltavo poggiata sulla tua clavicola. Ti penso e con te il ricordo della strada battuta di fronte al cancello di casa tua, quel giorno che avevo paura ci saremmo … Continue reading Numero 28
It was still cold. Grey clouds hanging over a mouldy lawn and bare trees. Those big trees. They were tall, she found herself thinking while looking up to one of them. Her nose started watering. She could feel her two hands icing up, a bottled water and a can of coke from the vending machines. … Continue reading Fading
I went to the beach today. It was mild. I thought about taking off my jacket, but then I didn't. It would have been too cold otherwise. Off season, the sky was dull enough to make the beach look appropriately empty. Some occasional, timid sunshine to make my face squint. I set my headphones to … Continue reading Back in time