I remember the frozen streets
they forced my soul to warm even the light …
wanderer without a confidant
wanderer without support …
the city of fairy tales is a dream
the city of fairy tales is magic …
prisoner between divine lights and mortal illusions …
kite of a bird that does not fly
Where is the climate change?
In the extreme events that occur?
Today, November 7th seems to be a mild day in early autumn …
An abnormal heat …
Is the winter playing hide and seek? Or is it climate change?
Although I live in Abruzzo, on the Adriatic coast, where the climate is rarely harsh, I don’t remember such a heat.
Today I walked on the beach, where the sea was mysteriously calm …
The Adriatic coast – for the uninitiated – is less hot than the Tyrrhenian coast, where the current of the gulf arrives,
that has always warmed the Mediterranean. Furthermore, the mountains of Abruzzo do not allow the passage of hot air
west, often exposing the coasts to perturbations coming from the east.
But now winter, regardless of its game of hide and seek, does not seem to influence climate decisions …
sonorous and dreamy
are the waves of autumn
without the anxiety of summers
without the din of the bathers
they are the horizon of the unknown
they are the mystery beyond all limits
where vastness and lightness meet
where the universe and the monads are eternal twins
I’ve always dreamed of flying
I’ve always had nightmares of falling
I seem to be the suspended athlete of a certainty
and I appear the speaker chained by a doubt
the stories branch into falsehoods
they rarely get out of their legends
they say icarus flew too high
outside the plane the fire freezes
is there a father of the sound medium?
or does eternity also bury nostalgia?
after all there are the unconscious remakes
in the end there are the inevitable repetitions
the means exasperate the ends
and the ends cloud the horizons
beyond the soundless space a music routs
beyond the monotonous infinite a sound carries
masks veiled from themselves
they touch borders outside of reason
like eyes without a face
how you sound without a creator
masks without a synonym
verging on the direction of the senses
modesty of a sex never exposed
grace of a dream never imagined
What is confidentiality if not life expired from a personal watch?
What is the exhibition if not the life punctuated by a public sundial?
The digital world annihilates the secrecy of our day
the digital world borders on the intimacy of our thoughts
we are no longer free to think
we are no longer free to act
identities given to the best tyrants
lives extirpated by the best sailors
By now most people are tired of the pandemic.
the more advanced states are vaccinating almost the entire population, but precautions remain.
As you know by now, the vaccine does not guarantee 100% protection and also lasts about 10 months.
Autumn is approaching and the scary of new lockdowns are tangible …
But when will all this pandemic chaos end? Until we find a vaccine that is 100% effective and lasts a minimum
5-6 years will not completely resolve the situation and could always be with a mask, spacing and other precautions.
To be precise, vaccines should not be called such, but should be called serum, because not give
a definite immunity but only temporary protection. Of course, the discovery of these serums is essential while waiting for a real one
vaccine, but don’t confuse things. In the past, for diseases like polio, it took many years to find a vaccine that made people immune