
HOW PEOPLE CHANGE
30 Mar 2022 1 Comment
in PEOPLE Tags: Dreams, Moments, OBSERVE, PROMISES, smiles, zero

RISING FROM THE ASHES
28 Mar 2022 Leave a comment
in BACK TO THE FUTURE Tags: Dreams, WOOLF, fairy queen, curtains, sky, sheets, ashes, Rising, Grip

HAVE A LOOK
23 Mar 2022 Leave a comment
in MISTERIOUS WAY Tags: courage, cunning, Dreams, FOX, goal, GRAPES CLIMB, Slip

When the fox does not get to the grape, it says it is unripe. In order not to act like the fox very often our heart is armed with courage rather than cunning. We begin to climb the vine branches undeterred with our eyes fixed on our goal: the grapes, the boy of our dreams, the girl we fell madly in love with. We slip. A Two Three times. So we decide to look away from the grapes and aim at the poor holds, to make the most of them during our climb. Let's go up More and more. Always safer to reach the summit. When we stop, however, we realize that the grapes are no longer on our head. It is no longer as unreachable as it used to be. But he is not by our side either. We have been so busy climbing, advancing towards our goal that we have infused all our strength into it and, in trying to reach it, we have even surpassed it. We turn back and, with a hint of melancholy, we understand that now that grape no longer belongs to us but to our past.
LUX IN ARCANA
06 Feb 2022 Leave a comment
in SOMETHING STRANGE Tags: Arcane, balance, data, DESERT, Dreams, evolution, fairy queen, Fata, Light, Species, stones, Stones light

Arcane structure of the cosmos Immense evolutions of species And I, with my vague impression of the indeterminate, of anxieties, thoughts, of the perplexities made visions, I collect my data of the soul, the secrets, of my hidden and unacknowledged dreams. And I look for fixities made of stones. I look for balance and poor food. Oh light that the universe sets dissolve my anxieties to certainties. Free expression. of this conscience of mine. I would like to shout to the cosmos with my broken voice when I am sand in the desert my mother's name and stand by her. I only ask this and I am happy.

STORY OF NUVOLA FRESCA
27 Oct 2021 Leave a comment
in TALES Tags: CHEYENNE, CHILDREN, Dreams, mother, NIGHT, sacred, shadow, story, village, wind

Long before the white man arrived, in a Cheyenne village lived a little girl whose name was Nuvola Fresca. One day the little girl said to her mother, Last Evening Sigh: "When night falls, a black bird often comes to feed, pecks at pieces of my body and eats me until you arrive, light as the wind and chase it away. But I don't understand what all this is. With great maternal love Last Sigh Of the evening reassured the little girl by saying: "the things you see at night are called dreams and the black bird that comes is only a shadow that comes to save you" Nuvola Fresca replied: "But I am so afraid, I would like to see only the white shadows that are good". Then the wise mother, she knew it would be cruel to close the door to the fear of her child, invented a round canvas with which to fish the dreams of the night, then gave the object a magical power: to recognize good dreams, that is, those useful for growth. spirituality of the little one, from the bad ones, that is, false and deceptive. Last Sigh of the Evening built many dream catchers and hung them on the cradles of the children of the village. As the children grew, they embellished theirs with expensive objects and gradually the magical power grew, grew, grew together with them ... Each Cheyenne keeps its own dream catcher for life, as a sacred object bearer of strength and wisdom. Even today the Cheyenne Indians build a dream catcher every time a child is born in the village and place it on his cradle. With a special wood, very ductile, they shape a circle, which represents the universe and inside it a web similar to that of a spider. The cobweb will therefore be entrusted with the task of capturing dreams. If it is a question of positive dreams, the dream catcher will entrust them to the thread of the beads (forces of nature) and make them come true. If, on the other hand, he judges them negative, he will entrust them to the feathers of a bird and have them carried away far away, scattering them in the skies.
FINGERS OF NATURE
27 Oct 2021 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: Beautiful, Dreams, fascinating, friendship, LIFE, natural, PERFECTION, sky, smart, symmetry, universe, Weird


STORY OF A TRIP
08 Oct 2021 Leave a comment
in TALES Tags: actors, apollo 11, astronauts, crossroads, dancers, Dreams, food, footballer, generations, High school, ikea, kids, literature, Memories, mila, players, school, shiro, sociological, story, writer

I was wondering “I, for example, why did I want to become a writer? Indeed, for what reason the writer himself? " I looked for the deep memory that was to be connected to this choice, one of those that embodies the moment of the "crossroads". I remembered my high school literature teacher who said he had to leave a mark or, perhaps, I made up this memory; probably, I was just someone who, like all the deluded kids of my TV generation, had found a job with which to become famous. At the time, for TV, they were the footballer, the showgirl, the singer, the actor, the actress, the presenter, which was a bit of a sociological thing, indeed, precisely, it was often a real "sociological consequence", such as for those of the generation before ours, that of our parents who, after Apollo 11, all wanted to be an astronaut and the girls, on the other hand, all wanted to become dancers, probably because they saw the first true female freedom on one black and white screen. Plastic dreams that smell like food until you start biting into them. Generations and generations of astronauts and dancers, of footballers, of actresses and actors, of volleyball players thanks to Mila and Shiro, of dreams that have often been broken and that have not been realized. Now there is another screen, full of colors, to always carry with you: now there is the internet, the phenomena of the web, the InstaStars, the TwitterStars, the fashion bloggers, the influencers and us who often do not we don't even have an influence on our life. I wondered what this dream pursued over time of wanting to be a writer was, I wondered what it had brought in my pocket to follow it until then. That day I had practically reached the breaking point of my life where it is as if I woke up to look underneath my dream in the drawer and saw that it said IKEA. The stimuli to write my first real book, in fact, had been lost, faded over time and, frankly speaking, after this dismissal at the hotel I was no longer even convinced if I had really been cut out to be a writer. I had written the book “17 years, in the summer” which had sold a good number of copies, it sells some now and then even now. I had published it at 19 only because a publisher had smelled the scent of easy money for the "kids" target, but I am still ashamed of most of the text, since then I have only published articles in music magazines and my very first book , the one heard, the one on which you spit blood and sweat I had not yet written. That book published as a teenager, on the other hand, was about revenge, drugs, alcohol, identity research at the end of school, but it was only a summer love story with the usual late-adolescent problems; reading it now would perhaps even be a bit ridiculous, perhaps even 12-year-olds wouldn't read it now. Many of those teenage problems, socially speaking, are over now, or at least they want to believe they are, because perhaps it is most of adolescence now that seems over. Now, adolescence seems more like a very early adulthood, there is a too strong gap between childhood and adulthood, or at least much faster, some things, some actions, even some mistakes must be made in the "wrong age" "Right; this was the basis of the book with which I raised some money to round up: "If you smoke a joint at 10 instead of 15, if you already fuck at 12 instead of a few years later, if you don't enjoy some things before you know how to enjoy others, then you skip the steps too much, my friend. " There was such bullshit about this book published at just nineteen. It is true that I still think so briefly, but with the maturity and non-pride of thirty, at this moment, I know that I am nobody to tell you how you should live your adolescence or your life, therefore of that book, the I repeat, I am ashamed, even if they are right things they do not reflect respect for others and this is worth much more. However, if a story is written in a certain way, even at seventeen and published at nineteen, it can be enjoyable for those who are going through those problems and emotions and also for those who want to remember them. However, without the purity of time in recounting the events of the protagonists, that book would certainly not have sold more than copies equal to the number of my aunts who, even if buying it, would still have complained about the fact that I had not given it to them at Christmas. Maybe it's that I was no longer hungry to write, maybe I worked too many years in that hotel among the rich, maybe I bought too many useless things, maybe I should find a good girl by my side and stop being infatuated with those a little more crazy, but I don't even want one that, as they say, “Where do you leave it”. Leaving the hotel behind me, I said to myself: “Maybe I should send everything to that country and take a trip. Yes, a trip.
ADOLESCENCE
19 Sep 2021 Leave a comment
in MY LIFE AS A WOMAN Tags: adolescence, breed, Dreams, Hair, music, Nirvana, play music, SPIRIT, teenager
SAY NO
10 Sep 2021 12 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: Dreams, Los angeles, Rebel, Rebellion, Revolution, tienamen, War

To rebel means to disobey the laws and perform a series of acts against an existing power. In this case we refer to the Italian state, a geopolitical entity in which subjects are oppressed in a legal way, in which legality is an instrument of oppression, where institutions are used to oppress the population and humiliate it. Rebelling is a duty when the law becomes an instrument of persecution, when the law becomes the alibi behind which evil against the population is justified. The ministers and presidents who follow one another in the Italian state are legalized criminals, modern executioners who use the law and their faithful dogs, to maintain a network of privileges extended to millions of people who have annuities, pensions and salaries guaranteed by their position in institutions. Two entire generations have been enslaved by a generation of gerontocrats who have everything: economic, political, information control. And as if that were not enough, they begin to cheat even rejecting electoral clashes, referendums etc…. In a situation of this kind where it is oppressed through taxation and obsessive control of life, the economy, information, it is necessary to rebel, it is necessary to fight with every means against this enslaving system. When the abuse of legality against elementary rights is evident, such as the right to have a home, the right to eat with dignity, to have the opportunity to warm up and cover up, to be able to work while doing business, to have decent and efficient services .... When the system denies all this, when one is the victim of an apparatus which no longer guarantees this but which even demolishes it, then it is necessary to rebel and destroy this system and its protagonists.



They always talk about democracy, progress, civilization, legality, justice etc., holy and just big words for the hierarchs, for the dominants, for the respectable, I just suck, both the first and the second, what I think is to be focused it is the condition of the “last”, of the People, the real ones, who are considered by the dominants only numbers useful for slave labor, who find themselves in unacceptable conditions of survival, who in the majority remain calm and submissive, in other cases they succumb to suicide , in others they do not accept this condition and rebel and for this reason they are “treated” with the means of democratic repression, this crap of a capitalist society should not be given signs of submission and fear, but of active rebellion
