Remnants of the storm clouds created pale eerie shadows across the night sky. The earth was still wet from the rain, sparkling like the surface of a lake. A large screen loomed there, like the sail of some strange boat. It was a wayang shadow puppet screen, but there would be no leather puppets; human […]

Son figlia de migrante, per questo son distanteLavoro perché un giorno a casa torneròLa porti un bacione a FirenzeSe la rivedo e gliene renderò (La porti un bacione a Firenze, Edoardo Spadaro) 30 febbraio 2025Giardino di BoboliIl giardino di Boboli è la pace in terra. Il giardino di Boboli a fine gennaio è una mattinata […]

I have learnt that there is no need to be alone in the middle of a crowd; I’ve learnt how to scale a fortress on a cliff during a storm, how one never truly abandons their pagan gods even when they take the form of local saints; that all couples should be like rain and […]

This is a song after heavy rains.In my honour red ribbons streamFrom the oaks, a child’s clothSmooth as a scar, the well awaitsWhat runs unseen must emergeThey have carved my image into stoneTorn up my skull between ruinsBut still I am knownBy the river’s route undergroundBy the river’s sound as it calls. (Lúireach Brigid, Annemarie […]

«[…] I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey, I hear it in the deep heart’s core» (W.B. Yeats, The Like Isle of Innisfree) I santi irlandesi (tipo i Cranberries), […]

«I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made; Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade […]» (W.B. Yeats, The Like Isle of Innisfree) (In flusso di coscienza joyciano, perché comunque siamo […]

«Troppo mare, troppo cielo, per un’isola tanto piccola e uno spirito tanto irrequieto» (Bruce Chatwin, Anatomia dell’Irrequietezza) Termoli Ruggine su vecchi condizionatori. Il bar a pochi passi dalla stazione ferroviaria è pieno di bevande al bergamotto, soda al caffè e gigantesche brioche da gelato. Un po’Sicilia, un po’ Calabria, un po’ Sorrento. Già capisci che […]