BOYS AND DOLLS

40 years ago there were boys who said they wanted to play with dolls. And what did the parents do? They beat them. They beat and beat. Until the child resigned himself. But then he grew up with rancor, with hatred towards his parents, with a sense of revenge against them. 

Parents who beat up their children are not very good parents. But 40 years ago it was considered normal. 40 years ago it was considered normal for older males to torture young girls to prepare them for marriage. And this was granted by the parents. In fact, women were married when they were still girls and were given to old men, obviously pedophiles. But this was considered normal. 

So many children, who today are dead or suicidal or sadistic or depressed parents, were unhappy children because they were unable to express their needs. In psychology there is a lot of attention to the expression of one's needs especially in childhood, a period in which a child needs to explore the world and himself. So he wants to play, discover, discover himself, and do whatever he feels like doing. If obstacles are put to him, if his needs are denied, this child will grow up pathological. 

Maybe at that moment he will accept everything but inside he will feel killed, betrayed, denied. I'm talking about 40 years ago, when there was no gender fashion, when I played with those children, when we played in the courtyards and not at the play station.

I SAY NO

In a world that uses techniques, where the strongest wins, where photos are posted to appear happy so as to make others envious, where you have to hold a glass of alcohol in your hands to look interesting, where a naked butt wins instead of the honey … I SAY NO. I keep all my frailty, shiny eyes, pain and fatigue. We are living in the century where sex is free and love costs money, where losing your phone is worse than losing your values. Where smoking and drinking is fashionable and if you don’t, you are old Where men cheat on women with girls and women if they don’t cheat, it is because they fear being caught. Where the bathroom has become a photo studio. Where women fear pregnancy more than HIV. Where the pizza delivery service arrives before the ambulance. Where clothes decide a person’s value and having money is more important than having friends or even a family. Where children are able to give up their parents for their virtual “love”. Where men just want relationships without obligations Where love is a game and you only survive if you play with reason, and you are destroyed if you act with the heart.

LETTER TO A DANCING GIRL

I decided: I also knocked down the last walls I had left.

I have to tell you: the more nights pass the more I think exclusively of you.

And not just because the world and its colors draw your shape everywhere.

No...

I'm the one who chooses to think of you.

I think I have hidden something immense in me,

and now that I have opened it,

slowly, the door,

he comes out with sweet vehemence,

taking space and its forms

and always screaming your name.

I know well that you have other and others to which you can place your interest.

I can understand that. Maybe accept it.

But I do not care.

Your monosyllables will never stop the dam of love that overflows in my veins.

It is no coincidence that the blue protagonist of the previous letters has chosen to leave and, not having other inks similar to that,

black and his conviction, determination and firmness can be my guide for what changes in me.

I heard you talking to Aria and giving her advice ... how funny to find yourself talking about us, talking about others.

I can't let my guard down:

there are still many situations to be resolved and dissolved.

But please never think that I may be fake or disguised.

I protect what surrounds us so that everyone can breathe clean air.

But I'm still me ... and your eyes know it.

You undress me, you make me take my breath away,

you steal my sleep, you dance naked in the chamber of my soul, you spray jealousy everywhere.

I know, I should take the reins and stand up to you. But how can I ever if my head is swinging between your legs and your arms?

Or between your shoulders and your belly?

Yeah ... I didn't sleep a wink to everything inside me screaming:

you who flirt with him.

You who think back to her.

And me? Where am I?

In past scars?

Among the unfulfilled dreams?

In the long limbo of the useless infatuations that one feels when everything around is big and inside is still to be discovered?

I do not know.

And maybe I'll never know.

What I know is that your image has never abandoned me and I have always hoped that it would come back to think of me.

Also to take revenge on the timing.

And now?

Leave you alone? Observe your kisses?

Try to pinch yourself? Show coldness? Continue to leave free the compliment and the eye that is always looking for you?

Or escape like that evening of tachycardia?

What a fool my heart ... (in love?)

He would like answers from those who have always kept silent.

THE DAY OF CHANGING

Today is the day of turning point, of change, of scientific progress, of revolutionary discoveries in the medical, technical, social fields…. But today is also the day where useless vaccines are made only for a pure purpose of profit, of gain, today is the day in which we treat the land that welcomes us like a doormat and that presents wonders everywhere but that we, with the our selfishness, indifference, with our dull mentality, we are turning into a huge dustbin. Today is the day we prefer to ignore, rather than act, thinking “But yes, if I’m not promoting a change someone else will do, we are still 7 billion.” Today is the day of fake smiles and not laughter, it is the day when if you see a person in difficulty, who is sick, you prefer to go straight and mind your dicks, “anyway I don’t get anything out of it.” Today is the day when a like is worth more than a “hey, are you okay?” It is the day when being yourself is seen as a taboo, as a wrong choice…. It is the day in which homosexuals and transsexuals still feel uncomfortable even just walking around the square, because “how disgusting, but they did so at home”. It is the day when you are not free to be able to love a person, it is the day when children cannot dress up barbies and girls cannot compete with toy cars. It is the day when abortion is still seen not as a right, but as a heresy towards the Catholic Church. It is the day when a single mother cannot be seen as a brave girl, who has decided to dedicate body and soul to the dedication of her son, making major sacrifices, but is seen as a whore. Today is the day when animals are treated as if they do not have a life, a soul, and are mistreated only for the purely playful purpose. Today is the day when it is harder to find work than a needle in a haystack. Today is the day when those who differ are seen in a bad way, it is the day when those who have their own personality can only be insulted mistreated, laughed at. Today is the day when we should use our hands to embrace, and not to hurt, it is the day when love is transmitted almost and exclusively through social media, and is no longer demonstrated with gestures. Today is the day whenif we see a person from a country that is not ours, it is immediately “let’s move away, it can be dangerous”, today is the day we live to appear and not to be, it is the day when the main goals of one’s life are to be full of money and ride a Lamborghini and only then (perhaps) to find a person who truly loves us and build a family with him. Today is the day when we could do, but we don’t, the day when love is more an abstract conception than a concrete pillar at the foundation of our truly being ourselves happy. Today is the day when we are almost in 2020, but more than people I only see beautiful empty frames turning, without a soul, without their own thoughts and without ideals. Today is the day we should say “finally”, and isn’t there still a long way to go?

STILL VIOLENCE AGAINST WOMEN

Today I am very sad because a horrible thing happened to so many girls for New Year's Eve. In Milan in the square, on New Year's Eve many girls were harassed who were there just to have fun. What has happened shows that women cannot yet live safely and that many men still believe that women are objects. I am really very very sad because these girls were traumatized, raped, and many men present there did not defend them but rather took advantage of the situation to harass them too.

New Year's Eve should be a time of joy and fun, instead hear what one of the molested girls says:

"I'm still in shock, I can't realize what happened," added the 20-year-old girl. And again he added: "I still can't sleep, I wake up in the middle of the night shaking." The 20-year-old said that the boys looked at her and laughed: "She looked at me with a look that said 'do what you want, I keep going'". That night the girl had reached some friends in the Cathedral: she was in the company of a friend of hers when she was crushed against a barrier and continually touched by young people. "I realized they were touching me and we wanted to escape but there were too many people. We couldn't move." The 20-year-old says her friend fell because the group kept pushing until they started harassing her. "I felt hands all over the place, even inside my bra which was practically ripped." When they got close to the barriers, the two girls started yelling at the police: "Nobody was helping us."

A photographer intervened to help them. Then the complaint. The Police Headquarters is now trying to trace the identity of the young people, to understand if it was the same group in all five cases of harassment or if there were more than one. The videos published on social networks and the images of the video surveillance cameras will allow the police to trace the identity of the attackers.

I wonder why all these men felt free to be able to molest these girls? What made him think that a person has to go through everything that is done to him?
Do the girls have to go around armed to be able to defend themselves now?
Men do not evolve in a positive way. What is to be done with this type of boys and men?


On New Year's Eve 2016 in Cologne, Germany, at least 650 women were harassed (photos) and sexually assaulted, one also raped, in the station area. Real group attacks carried out by hundreds of predominantly Arab men. 2 Hamburg

On the same night the same assaults are repeated in Hamburg where at least 400 women report sexual assaults. In all, the attackers were 2,000, almost always in groups; 120 suspects, mostly North Africans.

But only four arrests.

On the following New Year, the same script is staged in the central Marktplatz of the Austrian city. In total that evening there were 18 complaints, and among these there were also those of 6 Italian women, two tourists and four university students, all between 19 and 25 years old.

ONLY SEX PRODUCES MONEY?

I don't want to advertise a site that allows women, and a few men, to sell nude photos or parts of themselves that are paid a lot of money by followers.
I learned about this online prostitution a short time ago and I learned of really huge amounts that are obtained from this commodification of the human body. I was shocked because once again it is sex that makes money. Sex is required by many men. It is the men who buy those photos, it is they who demand to see more and more. to see certain poses, certain parts of the body. So there are many girls, even very young ones, who sell photos of this type. So what is the use of female independence if the female body is still sold to earn money? Sure, these girls aren't on the streets, they're not in danger, but they're on a screen, and men continue to use them for their pleasure. Girls who should have understood that life is not only made of beautiful clothes and jewelry but who demonstrate that they have a brain deviated from this society that does its utmost to make you think that earning money with sex is now a normal thing and who does not do it is considered stupid. You who speak of God here, maybe your daughters are selling themselves and you don't know it. There are a lot of schoolgirls selling photos, even mothers, young boys. It is something that I think is really harmful to the image of the woman and yet men continue to be and always want the same things from a woman, that is, her body and that's it.

HEY GIRL

Hey girl, So come on you feel. Are you sad right? You are on the verge of crying every moment and sometimes you do it even, when no one sees you, locked in your room. You often don’t like yourself and don’t understand your behaviors. You are afraid, afraid of losing people, afraid of not being enough, afraid of the future, of loving, of appearing fragile, of being hurt, of trusting, of truly caring for a person. But the truth is you’re tired, right? Are you tired of saying that everything is okay, of crying when no one sees you, of smiling in front of everyone when inside you are collapsing, you are tired of losing people you cared about, tired of believing that you are always in love with the wrong person, tired of always listening the usual songs and always having the same memories, always having bad grades at school, tired of getting up in the morning and facing another day that you know will destroy you, tired of feeling disappointed, tired of waiting for something that won’t happen, tired of being disappointed, hurt, tired of never being the right one. Tired, just tired of life. So why are you smiling? Why do you go on with your head held high despite everything? Why do you still believe in a world where there is room for you? Why do you keep dreaming? To fall in love? To think that people are better? You are strong girl don’t forget it, in the end you will be happy too. Never stop smiling, okay?

THE SLAVERY OF COVID

Warlords do not make war but divide human beings into good and bad. A medical excuse is more than enough to discourage any living thing from its fate. In the meantime, too many hands cross each other in the important rooms to decide on insane actions. Poor citizens bugged as defective video games, which will be classified as infected or sick. There is no choice in the gastronomic oligarchy of the power giants and each menu belongs only to these gentlemen. We live among the daisies until they burn our mental petals to grant us some restless freedom. Meanwhile, large chains advance for those who raise their heads and say no. Sparse guerrillas have raised their voices but the flock follows only its usual shepherd bleating and drooling as always.

The economic recession due to the pandemic and the health crisis have certainly had a negative impact on family poverty, outlining a risk factor for boys, girls and adolescents. The forced closure of schools and the consequent effect of social isolation due to the spread of Covid-19 – especially in the first phase – have greatly increased the risk for under 18s of becoming victims of trafficking and sexual or labor exploitation. Going to school is in fact a fundamental protective factor, which protects from these forms of exploitation. According to the latest data available from the UNODC (United Nation Office in Drugs and Crime) Global Report on Trafficking in Persons 2020, for every 10 victims of trafficking – identified globally – 5 are women and 2 are girls. Overall, 50% of identified victims are trafficked for sexual exploitation, 38% subject to forced labor (about 25 million people), while 6% have been subjected to forced criminal activities and over 1% to begging. In a smaller percentage – but still considerable if compared to the total number of registered victims – it is the object of trafficking for forced marriages (about 16 million), organ harvesting and other purposes. It is estimated that 1 in 5 women in the world were forced to marry as a child. Regarding domestic slavery, although there are no precise data given the more hidden nature of the phenomenon, we can say with certainty that the phenomenon mainly involves women and girls under the age of 16.

One of the most widespread arguments in favor of mass anti-Covid vaccination is that it is the only way out of this pandemic and lockdown situation. Whether resignation or conviction matters little, the fact is that there is a general belief that once the vast majority of the population has been vaccinated, this long chapter of suffering can be closed. And the widespread adverse reactions – high fever, fatigue, general malaise for a few days – become an acceptable price to pay for regaining normalcy. However, there is a double miscalculation in all of this. First of all, the elites that govern us do not expect a return to pre-Covid conditions of life, we have been explicitly told in all sorts of ways. Even Prime Minister Mario Draghi, in the government’s programmatic speech, delivered to the Senate on 17 February, said very clearly – referring to the Word of Science – that “getting out of the pandemic will not be like turning the light back on”. But we will still have a chance to talk about this. Here, however, we would like to focus on the second wrong calculation, that of vaccines. In fact, what we are facing is not the hypothesis of a one-off vaccine that eradicates a disease, but the introduction to a vaccination logic that tends to be endless. This is not about being no-vax – we are not at all – but it is a pure matter of logic and common sense. The vaccines that are being inoculated have in fact limited coverage. How much? Nobody knows. The Istituto Superiore di Sanità (ISS) states that “the observations made in the tests so far have shown that the protection lasts a few months, while it will be necessary to wait longer observation periods to understand if a vaccination will be sufficient for several years or will need to be repeated”. But the possibility of a multi-year coverage of the vaccine, aired by the ISS, is not reflected in the statements of the pharmaceutical companies concerned. Both Pfizer and Moderna, regarding the “duration of protection” affirm: «The duration of protection offered by the vaccine is not known; clinical trials aimed at establishing it are still underway ». As for Astrazeneca, on the other hand, nothing is said.

Therefore, it is not known. And it is for this reason – explains the Center for Control Disease of the United States – that those who have made the vaccine must still continue to wear the mask and maintain the so-called social distancing. In any case, no one bets on coverage lasting more than 9-12 months. This means that unless the coronavirus decides to spontaneously remove the ailment, the most likely prospect is an annual vaccination. Moreover, even assuming that – according to the latest commitments made by the government – herd immunity is achieved for September thanks to the vaccination campaign, at that point it will already be time to start over, given that in the meantime nine months have already passed. . Furthermore, for the many variants of the virus that are around and that are scary (even if the greater danger has not been verified), it is all to be shown that the vaccines already in distribution are equally effective: everything is to be seen, but also here the scenario probable is that of a continuous run-up to variants and relative systematic administration of vaccines. Even the probable vaccination passport, already introduced by China and which could soon become a reality in the European Union (the proposal will be presented on March 17), only makes sense as a function of continuous vaccination; otherwise in September-October, for the first who have been vaccinated, the passport will already be out of date.

Covid fear is irrational. In Italy there are about 35 thousand deaths, 0.049% of the Italian population. The risk of dying from Covid is minimal and concerns very old people and very few young people who are already sick. The government tried to contain the epidemic and then acted consistently. I would have done something different, but everyone should have agreed: the epidemic in fact arises when there is an overpopulation. We are not many on earth (seven billion) but, with the continuous coming and going of people, we are actually many more. The epidemic has the task of thinning the population. It is hard to say, he is Nietzschean, but the pandemic eliminates the least suitable and most vulnerable subjects.

COLOURS WIN

I look out the window. What a dark night. Just below the house some street lamps illuminate the street, and the lines of the windows are clearer; then your gaze flies a few blocks away, and you don't understand where, in that black, the houses rise and end. The night is scarier, because you look around you and it's cold, and you don't quite understand what's happening, because it's all so dark and confused. But then there they are, the lights. A thousand lights that dampen the gloomy and dark air of the night. Whether they are far or near, they illuminate and kill the black with color strokes. And never as during the night, colors win over black. Date: every fucking day. I lie down on the bed. It's night? Yes, it's always night inside me. Also because night rhymes with blows, routes, fights, blows, blows. Inside me everything is so messed up that even day rhymes with night. Inside me it makes everything scarier. Because I am always cold, acidic, impregnated with memories, cut by pain. Because I never understand what I do; right? Wrong? They are formalities. People judge me anyway, they trample me. But then there they are, the bright and cheerful memories, those few but good friends, the passions and the family. What I love to do, what I want to become. The stories people tell me. The experiences and the lessons, the memories, the memories. They are what carries me forward, that helps me fight that black inside me. They are my colors. And never as in people's lives, colors win against black.

I did the costume fitting. Naked, I looked in the mirror, it had been a long time since I did.

Holy shit, I'm more beautiful now than twenty years ago, had it happened in the past I would have spared myself so much sadness.

Okay, I said to myself, better now than ever, take care of yourself and think about your health.

I have to say, I'm doubly proud of myself. First of all because perhaps I have never had such a splendid b-side, then because I am enjoying many beautiful days in good company by the sea and this is very good for me.

It was not easy to carve out some days for a vacation but you always have to find the time.

Girls, trust nature and yourself, don't care what society demands of you, wrongly. You are always worth it. Dress up and be proud of yourself and your body, whatever shape it is.

My hair got more wavy. Every time I get out of the water they are all stuck and tangled but then after the shower, when I dry them they become waves of sun. They say it is the salt of this sea water. I don't know but it looks like I'm going blonde.

THE BAD QUEEN

I experience fabulous adventures in distant realms, breathe the acrid, ancient smell of books in majestic castles from distant eras, walk a path made of clouds and fly aboard a mighty dragon with a brilliant black cloak and two eyes of fire. they bow as I pass, I am a royal figure shrouded in a halo of mystery, there is no place in the world that I cannot reach On my head I wear a too heavy golden crown embellished with the rarest gems, I sit on a lined throne of the finest red silk, I have immense armies of the strongest and most terrible warriors, infinite riches and whatever I want. All culture resides in my hands, I get lost in concepts of philosophy and I wander among pages of history. Then I open my eyes again. and I die.

If I lived in a Disney movie or in those storybooks I wouldn’t be on the side of the princess or the prince. I’d be with the evil queen. Because, let’s face it, without the villain the story does not exist, the protagonist is only someone who suffers evil, not the one who creates them. From an early age they always filled our heads with these stories of kind girls or boys who didn’t want to grow up anymore because being small was fantastic. They never answered the question “Why is the bad guy being bad?”. This was the question that haunted my entire childhood, and even now I try to find an answer. I don’t care how Cinderella eventually married the prince or how Snow White went to live in a castle away from the evil queen. What then have you noticed that the bad guys are always the ones left alone? I wonder why.

There was this thing, between her and life, an unsolved question. He kept her away from the things she loved most, as if she wanted to test her sincerity, her strength. But everyone told her she was a strong girl. No one could ever claim otherwise. He had faced trials that would drive anyone out of their minds. She hadn’t freaked out. She was a little dead inside, but it didn’t matter, because she was strong. So she didn’t need anyone, according to the others, and she almost believed it. Almost, because every now and then she let out a tear for someone, a “I need you”, but on time life put her back in line: she didn’t have to be alive, she had to be strong.

You don’t have to please anyone. Whatever you do will be deemed right or wrong by someone. Anything you say can be appreciated or considered pathetic. Whatever you do, it can be considered madness or the most suitable thing. You don’t need to show if anyone is thinking of you, if you are alone or if you are having fun. You don’t need to make someone think about something. Be is enough. For someone you will be the sea, for someone else the storm, for someone else still nothing. But you never stop! It is the biggest mistake you could make. That’s the secret, my little one: doing what makes you feel good, not others. If you have to turn something off, do it, leave it all on for yourself!