Stranger

May 24, 2014 at 8:42 pm (Random thoughts) (, , )

Who is that stranger?

That walking by shadow that made my heart pound

That smile that could turn ice into fire

And rock into soft plasticine.

Perhaps astray went my illusion of serenity

Perhaps the dawn of us this day will become.

But at the end of the spiral

It’s cold and dark and full of doubt

And there you are in a secluded shell of bliss

A velvet weapon in your eyes is sheltered

Dragging me through the morning light

And in between the raindrops that caress the earth

Who are you, stranger?

A lonely soul who needs a hand in his;

A martyr with nothing left there to believe in;

Or just a passer by making his way into the other room?

So many questions and yet of no importance

For now I see my heart turned into plasticine.

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I’m back.

May 24, 2014 at 8:38 pm (From reality)

It’s been a while, but today I washed away the dust from this blog.

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‘The most dangerous kind of person is the one who’s afraid of his own shadow.’ Bob Arctor

October 21, 2012 at 2:41 pm (From beyond reality) (, )

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A modern fairytale

June 8, 2012 at 9:44 pm (Random thoughts) (, , , , )

(This short story is a parody and should be taken as such. No mean intention 🙂 I hope you’ll enjoy reading it.)

Snow White vs. Cinderella

            Once upon a time there was a pretty blonde, blue-eyed teenager who lived with her parents in a nice town. Truth be told, intelligence was not quite her main virtue, but her beauty brought her so much popularity that she didn’t even think of the concept of intelligence. Actually she didn’t think at all, except for the times when she had to put together her clothes and accessories to form an outfit. We shall call her Snow White.

‘Should I wear a pink skirt for this party? Will my friends figure out that I bought it from sales? Does this pink little bag go well with my shiny leggings? Does this sparkling pink lip gloss suit me well, considering my fifty-quid tan session?’

So many questions…In fact her head was so filled with such dilemmas that she could scarcely managed to come up with creativity. Therefore, however special she was considering herself, she always ended up having almost the same aspect as the other girls with whom she was competing. For there was a real competition and there was a lot of popularity at stake.

One might be inclined to believe that she was the kind of person who did not accept a second opinion, but let me tell you, my dear reader, that you are absolutely wrong about that. Snow White had a blind faith in her mirror’s opinion, mainly because she inherited this habit of talking to the mirror (as well as the mirror itself), from her mother. There was actually a solid reason for this obsessive habit of asking questions to the mirror. A long time ago, Snow White’s mother used to guide her style according to the advice that her mirror had given her, but soon after she got married, step by step, she forgot to ask the mirror about her look, thus neglecting herself to the point that today one could see on her face the ultimate sign of fading: not even the thickest layer of foundation could hide the deep wrinkles on her face. Snow White could not afford such a failure. Therefore, shallow as she may seem, she was actually addicted to the opinion of her mirror.

So there she was, in her room, in the middle of another ‘outfit make up’ session:

‘Magic mirror on the wall, who’s the pinkest one of all?’

‘Hello sweetheart. Sorry to let you down, but you’re not even close. Your friend, Cinderella, is more impressive than you. Her father bought her a pair of pink shoes that brings her a new shade of elegance.’

‘But my father bought me a one of a kind expensive pink dress with the occasion of My Sweet 16. It’s not fair! I was supposed to be the most popular girl in this town. What can I do? My reputation is at stake. Wait a minute… I’ve got an idea!’

‘I hope you don’t intend to steal one of her shoes…It’s wrong, my darling! It’s absolutely wrong!’

Despite the wise advice of her mirror, Snow White went on with her plan of stealing Cinderella’s shoes. She was so obsessed with the idea of being the most popular girl in her town that she completely forgot about her principles and moral. Her ultimate purpose was to become the shiniest girl in town and to attract the envy of other girls, and she did not care about all the efforts and sacrifices that she had to do in order to fulfil this dream.

Snow White eventually managed to get Cinderella’s shoes, for she was a true master of scams and stratagems. Satisfied with her brand new acquisition, Snow White made her way to her room, anxious to hear her mirror’s answer. She felt like a queen, ready to be crowned. She felt like all her efforts were not in vain, like a novelist who sees his book on the shelf of a library after a lifetime of hard work. Putting on Cinderella’s shoes, Snow White asked again her mirror:

‘Magic mirror on the wall, who’s the pinkest one of all?’

‘It’s you.’ answered the mirror with a cold voice and a complete lack of eagerness.

‘Is that it?’ asked Snow White, very puzzled about her mirror’s reaction.

‘Yes, sweetheart. You finally got what you wanted. You’re more popular than your rival, Cinderella. You finally obtained the status to which you aspired: you’re the most popular girl in this land’

‘Fine. I really deserve this title, am I not? Tell me, little mirror, is Cinderella envious of me?’ asked Snow White.

‘Not at all.’

‘How come?’

‘Well, she never really wanted to be the most popular girl of all. Now she’s happy with her boyfriend, with whom she’s in a steady relationship. She’s also got plenty of friends. She’s not at all envious of you.’

These words brought Snow White to tears. In the end she realised that she’d been so enthralled by futile things that she actually forgot about the things that really matter, one of them being friendship. She figured out that no one wanted to be her friend any longer. And what was even worse: she might be the most popular girl in her land, but all this is worthless, because she doesn’t have a prince to live with forever and ever after.

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Cat and her replica

June 8, 2012 at 6:23 am (From beyond reality, From reality) (, , )

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Close enough…

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Just discovered Snapseed…

June 7, 2012 at 2:34 pm (From beyond reality) (, )

…and took a little advantage of it.

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And I concluded that the world seems more interesting from a blurry perspective

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“Plato’s Cave” or how I stood still.

March 18, 2012 at 2:59 pm (Random thoughts) (, , )

We are told that it is right to stand up, to make our way out of the cage through knowledge and then to enjoy the marvelous light of the sun. In other words to escape from the universe of darkness and shadows and ignorance we live in. But is there really a path to lead us outside the cave? For even if we manage to get out of the cave, a cave leads to another bigger cave, and so on. And before asking if it is useful to exit the cave, one must reflect beforehand whether or not is even possible to exit it. Because the fire in the cave did not appear by itself; and it wasn’t set at random in the cave either.

So who set the fire into the cave for the first time?

It’s like in the game of chess, when the only available move is not to move. It’s like walking on end on a path and realizing that you actually made no step forwards, because whoever created that path made sure that it’s taking nowhere. So, instead of trying to get out of a labyrinth designed by default to not let anyone get out of there, one should rather change the direction. Towards the inside.

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King and queen

March 17, 2012 at 10:11 pm (From beyond reality) (, , , , )

I often imagine life as a game of chess. Fighting. Pleading. Making decisions. Making sacrifices. Losing people we care about or people that we only meet. And at the end of the game, winning, losing or remaining paralysed. Realizing that the victory is actually the gameplay itself.  You’re made of wood. You’re made of the body and the spirit. You’re made of the king and the queen.

The king and the queen. Generally seen as a couple. I imagine them rather as a duality. One existence living as two inseparable complementary entities. They’re inseparable, yet they live separately. They wait to find each other. The king, the locked-in power and the queen, free but deprived of the sense of direction. They complete each other and the king cannot possibly win the game without his queen.

And in the end who are you playing against? The destiny? The result of passive-aggressive behavior, where the force of justice brings about its reaction to the act of “no-action”? What’s your weapon? The chain of the decisions that you make on your trip through the chessboard? Your experience and the network of people of whom you are surrounded?

So many questions…

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On love

July 14, 2011 at 7:10 pm (Random thoughts)

A friend once told me that life shouldn’t be ‘measured’ through the moments when you breathe, but rather through the moments when you feel that you cannot breathe anymore. Paradoxically enough, there’s an infinity of numbers and yet very few such moments to be quantified. What is love? A pathological feeling or a perpetual process of autosuggestion? As the philosophy teacher asked the whole class: why do we love people and why do people love us? Out of will or out of admiration? Can we really use the words ‘love’ and ‘why’ in the same sentence? Some consider love a variable of time, that is to say, the strength of the feeling is given by the length of the relationship. (These people usually end up realizing that ‘the significant other is not who they thought he/she was’).  In my opinion, true love does not lie, true love does not reproach, true love doesn’t care about acne or cellulite, nor about the tousled hair in the morning, true love does not seek for revenge or punishment, true love does not support the idea of polygamy, nor does it impose monogamy, true love cannot be bought with money and a fancy car, true love cannot be bought with lipstick, foundation and mascara either,  true love does not seek to invade the other person’s life; true love only seeks to know.

 

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Acrostic =))

June 18, 2011 at 3:24 pm (From reality) (, , )

Wings of magic through the land,
All of whom announce the pain;
Restless demons burn the ground
Carrying soulless bodies slain.
Risen from the underworld,
Armed with hatred and desire
Fought the death prince cruel and cold
Till the earth became all fire.

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