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Author: Paolo

  • Chapter VII – On the rock

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    Chapter VII On the rock Enlightened by my new awareness I got up from the rock completely naked, in that very first morning dampened by the sea breeze. And looking at the sunlight kissing the surface of the water I took the first step towards the sea. Because I finally knew that my answers are…

  • Poem II – Morsels of happiness

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    Poem IIMorsels of happiness The fresh air of the autumn that caresses Ampezzo as melancholic Hapsburg notes of Strauss The weeping willow I planted as a child, that now smiles over my head A dance song that makes me writh in the disco while I scream like an idiot Your hand that touches my neck…

  • Poem I – Memory

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    Poem IMEMORY These are strange daysWith the autumn that squeezesUnder the late summer sunSubjugating arcane yearnings Like fresh and pure boraOf the great summer passionsAutumn drives off the raw biteGiving peace to human nature So your special memoryGives to the soul, nailedon anger and sad crossPeace and immortal joy

  • Chapter VI – at dinner

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    Chapter VI – at dinner The satyr disappeared from my eyes at the same speed he appeared. I have to act, yes. But to do what? In doubt, I returned to the beach, perhaps hoping to find the sea angel. Which did not appear. Instead, I fell victim to the gaze of a girl. I…

  • Chapter V – On the hammock

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    Chapter V – On the hammock ‘You’re not crazy. You only have the courage to look what others do not want to see ‘. The words of that girl got planted deeply in my mind. That has not stopped working. I left the beach and in the hard sunny walk that leaving the pier leads…

  • Chapter IV – An Angel

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    Chapter IV – An Angel Pretending. I did the only thing I could do with those girls who had just opened a window on hell. The evening continued with their Latin smiles that crashed on the rocks of my pretense. But as soon as I brought them home, my brain began to grind thoughts like a…

  • Chapter III – On the mount Capanne

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    Chapter III – On the mount Capanne Walking through a promontory I met a beautiful girl. I smiled. She smiled. ‘Hola’ she told me. ‘Hola, I replied. And a dialogue began. She was Mexican, studied acting in New York and ended up on Elba by chance. She was on the island with two Chilean friends, also…

  • Chapter II – In Porto Azzurro

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    Chapter II – in Porto Azzurro I looked for that little creature far and wide throughout the Garden of the Simples. But I did not find a living soul. I was returning to the car when a strange sound emerged from some bushes at the side of the path. It seemed like words but they…

  • Chapter I – In the Garden of the simples

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    Chapter I – In the Garden of the simples I was looking for some relief from the Italian summer heath and I took refuge in the ancient “Garden of the simples” here in Rio Elba, in the Tuscany archipelago’s island where I am in literary retreat. While I was watching the ancient Hermitage of St.Catherine,…

  • Sexist! Racist! Fascist! So they all these unconscious Clintonians

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    “Sexist!” “Racist!” “Fascist!”. Yesterday I asked a girl at the beach why men and women don’t get along anymore. She flared up saying they still do. As soon as I asked why there are so many divorces, she replied angrily: “Spend an entire life together is against nature!”. “Nature?” I asked trying to provoke her,…