” What was I supposed to do? (Dory’s memory)”

Until I have removed that I am dating a person. Romantically.

Said that sounds horrible, and maybe a little bit it is, but it was just a moment, a bad game of the mind. Approximately. I think. Probably.

Through The Mirror

Everyone forgets things: the clothes in the washing machine, the food in the microwave, the keys on the desk, the shopping in the car, the dentist’s appointment …

Most of this forgetfulness are harmless (apart from the gas, we all pay attention to those thanks!), It is that our mind has to process an infinite series of information and often we happen to be so focused on the immediate future that we do not pay attention to what is happening to us now, right in the present.

How many of you lose their train of thought while they are talking? Or do they leave for a room in the house but when they get there, they no longer remember what they had gone to do?

It happens![1]

On Thursday, for example, I forgot the keys in the lock, and luckily, I realized it before doing damage. Once, years and…

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“Stand by Me – the book”

„I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was twelve. Jesus, did you?“ — Stephen King, book The Body

Through The Mirror

Nomen omen, the Latins said. And like it or not, Stephen King is the undisputed KING of a literary genre halfway between thriller and horror.

I think I’ve read almost all of them, from IT to Misery, from The Dome to Carrie through The Green Mile

„And I wonder if there is really any point to what I’m doing, or what I’m supposed to make of a world where a man can get rich playing “let’s pretend“ — Stephen King, book The Body

The Nights of Salem or The Dream Catcher (which left me and my mother very puzzled about some choices and today we still wonder if he wasn’t under the effects of acid while he was writing!).

I had never read the short stories though. So two summers ago I decided to make up for it, taking the collection DIFFERENT SEASONS, discovering only after that I had chosen…

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“The Granma ‘Fried Green Tomatoes’ “

Every time I reread it, I return to grandmother’s stairs with the scent of her kitchen, with the voices of my mother and her sisters who argument about how much salt is needed here and how much time the bread should be left on the oven to rise

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When my grandparents were still healthy, my brother, my parents and I used to drive on the highway at least one weekend a month to visit them. Each time the welcome was what I imagine is reserved to the royals, a banquet with lots of food to feed the army, which however punctually disappeared within a few hours.

Grandma despite being one of those women of other times who does not waste time in kisses and hugs had her very personal way of showing us the infinite love she had for us: preparing pizza in a wood oven.
Lots of pizza.
She served it hot, a moment ago baked, and left us free to play in every part of the house and patio.
I imagine the sadness of those grandchildren who will find tofu and quinoa banquets in the future, considering the new vegan fashion … which I hope will…

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“The First Love is never forgotten… ( but which?)” – part III

Through The Mirror

Previosly: “The First Love is never forgotten… ( but which?)” – part I, “The First Love is never forgotten… ( but which?)” – part II

The important stages. So first kiss. First I love you. First time.

First time.

Omg how vague we are. What an insurmountable taboo. “First time”. The first time of what ???? Who do the dishes? What did you read a book?
No.

The first time you have sex.
Sex. I said it. And I wasn’t thunderstruck!

Everyone in nature does it, so why all this fear of naming it? It’s not Voldemort!

However, my first time was not with The footballer. Throughout the chaos, sex has never been consumed.

How it happened that didn’t happen I have no idea!

The Shy.

Before him I had been dating only guys of a certain type, of the assholes type, so to speak. One way or another…

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“The adventures of Grazia, Graziella and…”

December.

Month of emotional balances and concerns. Of old and new worries. Good intentions, sweets, gifts and spicy perfumes. And of cleaning. The time has come, I cannot postpone it, I am piling boxes of “I’ll put it in its place tomorrow” that soon I will be overwhelmed and become a protagonist of “buried in the house”.

Through The Mirror

December.

Month of emotional balances and concerns. Of old and new worries. Good intentions, sweets, gifts and spicy perfumes. And of cleaning. The time has come, I cannot postpone it, I am piling boxes of “I’ll put it in its place tomorrow” that soon I will be overwhelmed and become a protagonist of “buried in the house”.

With this unattractive perspective, I decided to do a good general cleaning; I was arranging a part of the bookshop – which I think I had left for a decade because I heard the protests of the mites under eviction and the whispers of not well identified objects  – when I found this kind of notebook – three-voice diary, dating back to high school days , in which my two companions (which for privacy reasons will call Grazia and Graziella[1])and I  wrote our life in turn. All our life. It…

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“Haru And Cherry Blossoms”

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Hanami (lit. “flower viewing”) is the Japanese traditional habit of enjoying the transient beauty of flowers, flowers (“hana”) in this case almost always referring to those of the cherry (“sakura”) or, less frequently, plum (“ume”) trees. From the end of March to early May, sakura bloom all over Japan, and around the first of February on the island of Okinawa. [1]

Have you ever attended theflowering of the cherry trees?

Unfortunately, I did. In Rome, at the EUR’s lake, a couple ofsprings ago . Do not get me wrong, it is one of the best spectacles in the world , but as I mentioned in another place, for me Spring is a real challenge to survival !
And a “pollen waterfall” that runs direct into my respiratory system is not exactly the romantic image that you would expect when you think of the cherry trees in bloom .
If you are…

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“The First Love is never forgotten… ( but which?)” – part I

Today I saw Cappellino Viola - I know, what a stupid name! But the first time I met his green eyes he was wearing this senseless purple hat and not knowing the name, class, age ... he got this nickname. I haven't seen him for so many years that I didn't identify him for a …

“The adventures of Grazia, Graziella and…”

December. Month of emotional balances and concerns. Of old and new worries. Good intentions, sweets, gifts and spicy perfumes. And of cleaning. The time has come, I cannot postpone it, I am piling boxes of "I'll put it in its place tomorrow" that soon I will be overwhelmed and become a protagonist of "buried in …