Life is a disobedience, a rebellion against the mundane. It defies expectations, a lack of respect for the ordinary, an affront to the predictable. It is an invitation to the unknown, a daring adventure that beckons with every sunrise. Life is a pornography of emotions, raw and unfiltered, yet it holds a modesty in its quiet moments, a delicate balance between the extremes. It is a date with destiny, a rendezvous with the unforeseen, a retaliation against the constraints that bind us. Life is a poem, a tapestry of words woven with love, even if that love is defective, flawed … Continue reading Rebellion

Please don’t cast me into the ordinary, as if I were a pebble on a forgotten path. I am not common; I am a constellation of stardust, a symphony of quiet miracles. When I say, “I love you,” let your gaze linger upon me, for in that moment, my soul stretches its fragile wings toward yours. Listen closely, as if deciphering ancient runes etched upon my lips, when I gather courage to ask you to share your love with me. It is then that I am most human, most raw—a fragile bridge between longing and belonging. Don’t mistake my openness … Continue reading In the Whispered Language of Souls

Balmy summer nights and the scent of mandarin peels linger in the air, a fragrant reminder of fleeting moments. People move their hands when they speak, weaving invisible threads that connect the past, present, and future. In these gestures, everything that’s both lost and found comes alive, a dance of human contradictions. Long fingers of light sweep through a train carriage, illuminating boys with soft, curious eyes and beautiful hands. Hands tell stories—old hands with calluses and dimples, new skin growing back whiter and cleaner. The touch of a hand, whether tender or brusque, is a testament to our need … Continue reading Threads of Time and Touch

In a world where the vastness of the universe makes us feel small, it is generosity that makes us grand. It is not height, strength, or wealth that defines a man’s true greatness, but rather the capacity to give to others. Generosity is the measure of the soul, a reflection of a heart that expands beyond the limits of the self. When a man extends his hand to help, he not only alleviates the pain of others but also enriches his own existence. Each act of kindness is a seed planted in the fertile soil of humanity, blossoming into gestures … Continue reading A man is as great as his generosity!

Se fossi credente, chiederei a Dio il motivo di tanta inaudita, assurda sofferenza. In certi luoghi capisco che sono solo un puntino di fronte al progetto dell’universo. Mi rendo conto che le prese di posizione, le liti sterili, l’orgoglio, sono tutte cazzate. Prevalgono il senso d’impotenza, l’insensatezza, lo sgomento di fronte a cose più grandi di me. Poi la guardo, o meglio guardo ciò che resta di lei, bianca come le lenzuola, e penso che siamo amiche da sempre e abbiamo condiviso gli anni migliori. Quelli in cui eravamo così giovani che tutto sembrava grande, definitivo e assoluto. Ma ora … Continue reading L’Amore che Resta

The weight of my ancestors’ words is a testament to their enduring legacy. Each syllable, etched into my being, carries the wisdom of generations past. As these words were inscribed upon me, they did more than mark my skin; they infused my very essence with the richness of my heritage. The ink, dark and deep, symbolizes the strength and resilience that flows through my veins. In the mirror, I see not just my reflection but the stories of those who came before me. Their struggles, triumphs, and dreams are woven into the tapestry of my existence. The darkness of my … Continue reading Ancestral Words

In the shadowed alleys where the sun’s rays scarcely reach, time loses its meaning. For the unfortunate soul navigating the grim streets, existence is stripped to its raw, animalistic core. The relentless march of seconds and minutes holds no sway over a man battered by the cruel fists of fate and treachery. In a world where the universe’s indifference weighs heavily upon his shoulders, the concept of time becomes a mere human construct, irrelevant and mocking. The beggar, unshackled from the tyranny of the clock, stands apart from the citizens enslaved by the relentless ticking of their watches. For him, … Continue reading The Timeless Struggle

I am no longer a volcano. I am a seething rage of cool existence; a deep burn, one that ignites the soul. A liberating flurry of flames, destroying all to better begin anew. Two steps ahead of the phoenix, I’ve already planted the seeds to help my inner-world flourish. I am no longer at your mercy, but gently pressing against the walls of my own being. Reappropriation is like laughter: it bounces off walls, and its imperceptible power fills your heart with joy; a glitter bomb exploding in your soul. A Universe unto myself, my expansion is continuous. I’ve set … Continue reading Rediscovering Beauty in Existence