Sunday Morning, 8.30.

The usual walk with Cucciolo after a lazy waking up in the fog, protected by my hooded sweatshirt, that it says something like: “Right, I’m still quite sleepy” but it also says: “I feel so energetic”. Cucciolo eagerly sways along his usual path that, in this period, is full of smells by dogs on heat; so, for any reason, he could think to deviate from it, obviously. In a mechanical and careful way, counting every single inch, he traces every single usual spot several times per day. Along the way, we meet Mrs.Anna and her dog Briciola (Crumble), an aged dog, more or less the same as Cucciolo, a bit overweight because of too many cookies, but with a smart and cute face. Anna knows me from ages: in the past we would meet at early morning and during lunch break, when I had to walk Cucciolo when he was alone at home. We would talk a lot, about my job, about her life: you know, that kind of relationship established between two or more people who own a dog. In the end, easily these people turn into a pleasant habit during the day, and eventually every single talk is kinda zen philosophy or also pulpits to discuss about politics and religion.

While Anna is busy giving cookies to Cucciolo and Briciola, here they come , we saw them approaching, a couple of Anna’s friends, two ladies of about 60/70 years old, this time without dogs, as they’re heading to church to attend the very first Mass of the day (Oh Gosh). They stopped with us just to have a few words. Then, all of a suddden, the smartest and devoutest lady, while smiling, says: “I always find that you talk so much…You look like those mommies at city parks with their kids…!” Well, there are some moments when I clearly realized that I’m not totally sure of what I’m about to say, if I’m to make a gaffe, if my comment is to be untimely of if I’m to be too aggressive, but I was definitely feeling that was one of those moments. In a fraction of a second I feel it coming,  but I can’t react to it. So I say with a 32teeth smile and with my index finger lifted up as if I was a pain-in-the-neck teacher: “…But with the only difference that animals are cutier than kids…!” OH-MY-GOD! How could I dare to speak like this??:-) Anna, that is always by my side, especially when I’m involved in such issues, because I make her laugh a lot, suddenly starts to laugh out loud while saying to her friend: “Here you are…See this girl?…So rude, uh?” I turned my eyes to this lady too, that is now the Scream Mask: “Nooooooo…How can you say like this, Ms.?….” I was thinking that she may has had the same reaction also in case I had offended her mother. All in all, one could see that I was just making a joke, and that it wasn’t my intention to start a serious discussion. “Well, I don’t like kids so much, and if I have to compare with animals…The competition is zero as I prefer animals indeed…”

“But Why??…So, take into conisderation the chance you meet the right guy in the future, so you don’t want to create a family with him, at least to have just 1 baby?…” I answer right after: “Well, I’ve got a guy and we think the same way about this: we are not interested to create a family with kids, We may instead put together a farm with different animals like horses, cows, dogs…”. Then the lady, quite exhausted:-) finds the strenght to whisper these words: “But…A couple without children..What’s the point? What’s the point for a whole life without any children??…” I just laugh and I say: “Oh Mrs. in the whole world we are more than 6 billions of people: I’d say that the fellas out there should thank me for not overcrowding our Planet Earth with other kids!! Are you joking?…”:-D Then, this lady, as if she was made blind from some mean entity, I see that she look for her silver crucifix around her neck.

Then Anna, with teasr from laughing in her eyes, in order to destroy the reputation of Simone’s family, just take some minutes to explain to this lady who I am, where I live, who Simone is and his relatives form ages, and it feels that the whole family could have been swept away from the so called “good people”. I feel like damn’ hail that everybody hates:-) Then she suddenly get who I am and the whole Simone’s family, seeing before her eyes also his family tree, and as a last, desperate try, she gaze at me and says: “But, if Simone has any siblings, do you mean that his mother  is condemned to not have the joy of a nephew or niece??!…” Unacceptable:-D Eventually I find myself acting the same as in some Scrubs’ episodes, when J.D. is lost in his fantasy world, so that I frown the right eyebrow looking above, stay still some precious seconds to make some expectations, then I go down again on the lady’s face and I answer: “Well…I guess you’re right..Mmmh, that’s life..:-)”. Then I laugh out loud again.

Yes, I’m The Malignant who crossed your road during this holy Sunday, maybe to prove yor faith, maybe for a venial sin committed yesterday. Who knows? We’ll never know.

The fact is that Anna and I stayed there laughing while the two ladies slowly trottered to church, still talking to me with words like: “Don’t say that, Ms: you’ll have loads of regrets…Think twice…”. Well, I would expect to hear different words like : “May the Lord be with you, May God help you in redenction”. I was disappointed. They weren’t professional preachers, obviously.

These are the Sundays I like best.

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Superb things hidden anywhere to our blind eyes.

Huge somethings in the middle of nowhere.

Buried feelings that still burns out.

Worthless memories that still haunt us in an everending struggle to defy them.

Let’s go through this hazy labyrinth carved deeply like stone of historical walls.

Breathing all that crazy stuff, that stingy venom around and bloody whispers.

Afterwards you turn back and the only thing you see is a confused mass and a clear path to begin

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“The Sea isn’t friend of men, never been. Better to say the Sea is friend of men’s unstableness.”

Joseph Conrad

ps It’s a personal translation from my text in italian:-)

What is that  turns a totally illogic thing into something acceptable and repeatable to the whole world?

We’re just in the end, that’s simple.

In the past months the PsicoDwarf Berlusconi had the “good manner” to hide his out of the blue ideas (to say the least). But today, with this sentence, I gues we’re quickly reaching the bottom.

It’s not about politics: it is just called “suicide” and a clear apology of the myth of the Fascist Superman.

So, just “Speak for Yourself” and of course a big F*** Off”

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I know these are hard times; but here you can find real friends:-D

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A couple of things does worth to talk about.

“VALIDATION” by Kurt Kuenne, a positive and beautiful short movie about the power of one of the easiest things in the world: a smile.

And here a brand new idea started by the blog Superforest about a contribution on a very special project of the Millenniu Seed Bank.

Smile & Join Up, folks!

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“Who’s knocking at the door?…Can’t see with the sun in my eyes…”

“Official” portrait with auntie Elda, while asking to my granny to look at me without moving, and obviously she was joking me:-)

August, a snapshot taken with my mobile, in the kitchen-garden, while my granny was trying to figure out what was going on…She wasn’t convinced at all:-)

“Come on granny, don’t laugh, put a serious face on!”

“How can I do that? I can’t help laughing..!”

Siesta after the birthday cake on her favourite armchair that was, unfortunately, also Bernardo’s favourite:-)

Watching a print of a photo taken some time ago:”Who is this woman?”

“Granny, can’t you see? It’s you: you look great, don’t you think?”

“Me…?This woman doesn’t look like me…Quite ugly, poor thing…”

Gossip and News Time: weekly update on the most relevant facts of the neighbourhood, reported with all the possible details by Gina (my mom and her daughter):-)

“I guess this is the recipe of the Schiacciata alla Fiorentina (Florentine Cake)..Where did you find it?…Let me see…”

“You’re a bit “araba”, honey..”

(kinda granny slang to blame on my usual rants against The Church):-)

“Here you are, gorgeous chatelaine in your kitchen-garden! Smile at me!”

July 22 1914 – December 24 2008

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Post Office, 6.30pm.

I’ve to send a big envelope folded in two, with some scotch all around it, except for about 5 cm on both sides. The golden postal rule says that envelopes and parcels must be closed with scotch on all sides. I know. But I was in a hurry and I left these two tiny lateral pockets. I reach the desk and the employee with an expression mixed anxious+tired+acid+bad mood+it’s time to close the office, look at the envelope with disgusted eyes and tells me: “No, this envelope isn’t good-while fidgeting with it as if it was full of shit-it must be closed on all sides; otherway the smaller enevelopes may go inside here (indicating the pockets)…No, you shouldn’t have folded the envelope, you know, the weight is the same…(Really??:-)

Anyway, I guess I’m breaking the balls of the employee considering the closing time; it’s my fault after all. So, I nod and I propose her the most logic thing in the world, seeing before me a roll of scotch: I simply ask her: “May I….?” This woman, with the most unbelievable expression seen in this world, maybe thinking that I should have gone home to catch a piece of scotch, just answers me: “Yes….”

Then I grab the scotch, I take 5/6 little pieces, I make myself sure that I scotched any single hole, I finish and right after, the woman with a briskest action, says:”Ok, we can’t finish the scotch now…Just stop it!…” and she draws the scotch to her, with a very bad and acid action. I gaze at her, quite stunned, and I say back smiling:”Yes, it’s ok, I finished but….Let me ask you:the administration doesn’t give you enough scotch?” With the smartest and arrogant expression I could have found inside of me:-)

Then she finishes to prepare the envelope saying something with a lowest voice, looking at me kinda cruel:-) I ask her if it’s ok, she says yes and I think she could go only to one place…:-)

A real melancholic episode: we don’t just perceive the recession these times, we just feel it for sure. It seems it’s a worthless thing, but people just feel anxiety and fear continuosly, even in the smallest stuff. And I feel this is the most dangerous thing.

The same comparison between the so called brand new Social Card  and the Card used in the fascist period to buy the daily bread.

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“Delta Blues” by Ted Gioia Ed.W.W.Norton, 2008

www.tedgioia.com

Got the Blues.

I used to go to my local public library to rent the tapes of the Working Songs of some prisoners in the southern states; you know, the ones with only the pickaxe sound that goes into the ground and the “voices of jail works”. Hypnotic stuff, to say the least.

I made copies with a recorder of the Big Depression age, more or less, I designed the labels and the style for every single tape. Still got them, among the many I have to digitalize.

The Blues doesn’t need interpretations, critiques: we’ve got it deep inside.

Treat of the book: a list of the 100 must have performances ever:-)

Oh Yeah!

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