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Requiem, Domina…

Sunday, February 14th, 2016

In black she is dressed,
With veiled crape down to the ground,
And sad and knelt
On the edge of a tomb…

Thou, to whom a nation bowed
And sat before Thee silent, bent,
Oh, my glorious beloved Queen,
To whom Thou knelt before Thy knee?… [...]

Regrets

Saturday, August 22nd, 2015

In the beginning was the end.

-Are you all right, my Lady?
-I am dead, Sir…

I walked today in the cemetery, I like to sit on a corner of marble, to read the names and dates, to dream before the faded medallion depicting a young soldier fallen on the battlefield, the beautiful Daniela dead at birth or the baby in laces.… [...]

I liked bugs…

Thursday, August 20th, 2015
  • Raw. Yeah, yeah, raw. And not any bugs, but only the juicy ones. My grandmother kept asking herself why was I coming from the garden with my beak yellow. It’s not my fault that Colorado beetles have those beautiful stripes on their backs… I actually wanted to save the potato culture ecologically, without DDT.
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End of road

Sunday, August 16th, 2015

I admit, sometimes I’m terrified of death. For spiritual reasons or purely dictated by the spirit of conservation, I too not know for sure. All I know for sure is that I think more and more often about a topic so inappropriate for the youth; sometimes with peace, admiration, resignation and even with a bit of curiosity (without any suicidal intention, though!), some other times horrified, helpless, sad and outraged.… [...]