To all: to those alone and to those in company, to those happy and to those not happy, to all, to all of you a big hug and a warm friendly handshake, none excluded, to all – stars, species, animals, trees, human beings, atoms -, in the name of human feelings, altruism and love, a very very happy New Year.
It is said that the story of the history of the universe affects only the bright part of matter formed by 10%. Of the other 90% nothing is known, it is thought to be composed of dark matter, dead stars, cosmic debris and other stuff that you do not see. The same could be said about the history of 90% of human beings. Only 10% have a story, the rest practically nothing is known, dark matter, stuff that you do not see. 10%, therefore, uses 90% of human beings to create a good life, to be rich and to become “luminous matter”. Said differently, 90% works as a fuel for 10%.
Great Italy! Rarely contradicts itself. During the International day against the Aids, came out with the idea that no one should pronounce the word “preservativo” (condom).
Here is a chattering among foreign and not foreign people in the streets of Milan.
Tu hablar el mio idioma?
Not a bit. What do you want?
Io essere invitato to a fiesta. Bunga bunga party, intiendes? This noche yo bunga bunga. Before going to bunga bunga, entonces, must comprare muchos preservativos y non sapere come dire in italian preservativos y adonde acheter preservativos. Tu sabes?
Do you mean schützend, capote anglaise, präservativ, bevarende, I mean condom?
No, yo entiendo preservativos. Io tenere much miedo fuckare, hacer l’amor, sex con una mujer, frau, woman, donna, femme, kvinde en este sitio, bunga bunga sitio, sin preservativo, molto peligroso, forstå?
Pas du tout. Nichts. Don’t understand. Adios, bye.
Entschuldigen, do you tale mis idioma? Parlare español?
Cosa vuoi?
Quiero comprare preservativos, do you know where?
Vuoi dire preservativi, pre-se-rva-ti-vi, condoms?
Claro, preservativos, ya. Adonde?
Lì, in farmacia, puoi comprare tutti i cazzi di capotes anglaises che vuoi.
Gracias.
Vaffanculo!
Que dices?
Vaffanculo! Fuck you!
Lo mismo a ti. The same go you!
Parigi, Francia, verso la metà degli anni Sessanta
Durban, South Africa, verso la fine degli anni Sessanta
Phillip Island, Victoria, Australia, rosella parrots, primi anni Settanta
Monaco di Baviera, Germania, con mio figlio Julian, anni Ottanta
Sulle montagne biellesi, Italia, inizio anni Novanta
Con Lorenza e il Monte Bianco alle nostre spalle, verso la fine dergli anni Novanta
Alla Libreria Giovannacci, Biella, presentando “Il Paese delle meraviglie”, 2010
