Bella Ciao
Tutte le genti che passeranno O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao Tutte le genti che passeranno E mi diranno che bel fior E questo è il fiore del partigiano O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao…
Masks and Allies
It’s weird how our consciousness works. You notice the existence of something – most of the times bumping into it; from that moment on, thanks to that persistent pain from the bumping, you start seeing, reading and smelling it everywhere.…
Curious Notions
This is not a good period for the world and it’s surely an hideous year1 for music. Today Leonard Cohen died, leaving us all lonelier and sadder. I held my individual wake for him at home, turned off the phone, opened…
Who owns whom?
My diary reminds me that I have to renew the lease on my flat. It’s been a year since we last moved, have you realised Fabi? She looks at me indolently from the box which, with feline skills, she occupies…
Cookies and Minimalism
I came back from summer holidays with an overwhelming desire for peace and cuisine. Today for instance, after having fed the creepy blob that lives in my fridge and should replace the yeast (I called it ET, although it recalls…
I Count My Blessings
In all relationships there must be a sharing in the tasks of everyday life: you cook, I do the dishes; you take out the garbage, I hoover. In my family (two people and a cat) when there is to write…
Déjà vu on London Bridge
Days ago I was strolling across London Bridge when I had a flash of inspiration. Do you think I am exaggerating? Perhaps, and yet I realised I knew that place; it had been a place in my soul since my…
Elementary, My Dear Watson!
Few words to introduce myself and say why this blog that I named Serendipity. I casually met the word and it has captivated me ever since. It has been voted one of the ten English words hardest to translate by…
