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14 December 20153 January 2018Stories

The uncontrollable held

I had a friend called Daisy, she decided to join the army. We both came from a complicated past. I lived in a bubble, I practiced individual sports, refusing agonistics and studying. I simply did it to release myself, I was shooting thriller short films and on Saturdays I saw acquaintances for a couple of hours at pubs. I lost sight of my objectives, my short films conveyed my negative perceptions and developed my creativity. She, on the other hand, came from Syria, she took drugs becoming ill with hepatitis. She was adopted at the age of 19, most likely […]

4 December 20153 January 2018Stories

The pieces I have deleted

Receiving help from other’s compassion. Or just for their superficially felt burden? No one looks at people’s pain in their eyes. Not knowing what I feel other than desperation to which one dies. My closed off run for, better a blade to my throat But nobody listens to me I’m dead no expressions on my face no feeling and I pay the bill for it. Apathy is my best friend is the only trick I know to win the game. If you do not see my feelings you cannot hurt me into not being sane I want to I scream; […]

11 August 20153 January 2018Stories

Freezing repairing stones

In my inner walls, I could not see any further. But in the Franciscan monastery, I see light on things, all amplified. The light, which pallidly illuminates the cold rooms, flooding everything in the vicinity of the windows, is also of course, the sense of reaching positivity; after years spent in suffer and discomfort of mind, finding myself swallowed by lightning-fast passing time, feeling imperceptible warnings from others, while I was living badly, I was more than certain that my perception now has changed with an organized way of thinking. Today it is the same day of when I entered […]

6 December 20133 January 2018Stories

How to continue

At the beginning of the drama, I found myself leaving Italy. I was too young, but at 15, I preferred to go to boarding school in England with international people. However, each nationality made group with their respective one, I was alone. There were two Italians who reflected the feeling of exclusion that I already knew since childhood. It might have been that I was excluded for being timid but impulsive at the same time, when referring to injustices, I saw only black. It might have been that I was a victim, due to being envied … What most certainly […]