Abbiamo vinto tutti

Non hanno vinto solo i democratici, ha vinto la democrazia. Che è più grande di noi, che è oltre, che è la guerra vinta da chi c’è stato prima, dopo battaglie, tante, troppe, perse, versando litri di sangue e lacrime mai asciugati. Non hanno vinto solo i democratici, hanno vinto anche tutti quelli che hanno supportato Donald... Continue Reading →

How nice are noises, sometimes…

In these days of social distance, I have often paid attention to noises. 'What noise do my two cities have in common?' I thought. The washing machine that spins? Yes. Definitely yes. I closed my eyes and I felt the scent of the detergents that my mother uses, even the ecological ones that smell less... Continue Reading →

March, April, May, ?, 2020

Monday: wake up, cry, run 3 miles, computer, cook, eat, computer, clap, cook, eat, series, sleep. Tuesday: wake up, sex, computer, cook, eat, computer, 30 min workout, clap, cook, eat, series, sleep. Wednesday: wake up, run 3 miles, computer, cook, eat, computer, clap, cook, eat, series, sleep. Thursday: Oh my goodness tomorrow is already Friday.... Continue Reading →

Getting used to …

Human beings are born to get used to stuff. No matter how long it takes but they will eventually get used to stuff. For example, I hate changes, I hate not having control of the present, yet I am able to get used to stuff too. I got used to having an intolerance for milk.... Continue Reading →

WHO ARE YOU? (tbt)

This is for you, a man after being a woman. For you looking like a Vietnamese guerrilla but you are probably Korean. For you with short hair and thousands of tattoos. For you getting on the ferry at nine twenty from North Williamsburg, every morning, always dressed in black. For you, always sitting in the... Continue Reading →

Chatting on the bus

I am heading to a printing shop in Flatbush to pick up the playbills for my first show in New York City. It’s so far that there is only me and two gentlemen on the bus B44. The man on the left catches my attention as he pronounces a sentence that clearly reminds me of... Continue Reading →

Conversazioni sul bus

Stavo andando a ritirare le brochure per il mio primo spettacolo a New York in una tipografia lontanissima di Flatbush, a Brooklyn, così lontana che sul bus B44 alla fine eravamo rimasti solo io e due signori. Quello a sinistra ha attirato la mia attenzione perché mentre conversava con quello a destra ha pronunciato una... Continue Reading →

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