en.Simosito

Not-blog

Remembrances: A mid-winter's night at the hospital

From Tassocrazia website...

Remembrances: The last letters of young Werther

From Tassocrazia, the (new) liceo Tasso newspaper, issue 1. It was supposed to be an anti-suicide text, but nobody thought it was...

Beaver and graffiti under the gladius

Brief explanation: this article is about a verbal clash between a member of the National Association of the Italian Partisans (ANPI) and members of Lotta Studentesca, a far-right student organisation at a school assembly...

Translation: trapped

Italian translation of C. Bukowski's trapped....

Translation: To sensual plesure

By C. Cavafy....

Translation: Mag

Italian translation of Carl Sandburg's Mag....

Fiction: A past and melancholic love story

Rome, March 1889.
I do remember her figure: an almost diaphanous complexion, blooming beauty in spite of her young age. But especially I remember her eyes, neither sapphires nor emeralds, perhaps aquamarines...

Fiction: A sad and modern love story

She was beautiful. Long legs, boobs I wished she'd breast-feed me.
But her eyes were the best thing. Neither blue nor green...

Internet, an apology

I say "Internet" and they think: fat 30-years-olds chopping off ogres' heads with fire-swords, or young buxom women undressed like waitresses.
I say "web" and they tell me: carpal tunnel, obesity, befriending strangers, probably pedophiles or some other kind of perverts...

Fiction: Vanitas Amoris

She was beautiful. She was a living sun.
I had known her for a while, we had dated a little, we were a couple since yesterday. I had always loved her...

<< >>