The Chain

A chain, black like lead, is extended through the universe, through space and time, immutable, eternal, straight; it does not curve, nor move, it always occupies the same position, neither does it expands or contract, it is not seen, ever, distorted, whatever the speed at which it is observed, it is not subject to laws beyond its own.  Continue reading “The Chain”

A Doomed Planet

Some dreams seem to be like “radio” transmissions, or waves that reach you almost as alien messages, perceived at first as gibberish, then decoded unconsciously, some in pictures, others in keywords, or in a complicated concept, about which we remember only the conclusion, or vague impressions upon waking. Sometimes they leave you with a strange sense of anguish. Continue reading “A Doomed Planet”

The Cranial Coffin

In the tired cranial coffin, lies a graveyard of stale and blind ideas; among the tombstones of your lost moments, even the most trivial ones are celebrated with engraved stone; like bats, now indistinguishable ancient hatreds and ancient loves, flutter fast and furtive like the rustling of a witch in the dark. Continue reading “The Cranial Coffin”

My ideal biography

First of all, I write a series of books; each and every one of them are: as deep as those of Leopardi, technical and erudite such as Dante’s, witty and ironic as Wilde, inspired as the Gospels, loved as Sherlock Holmes, delirious as Bukowski, symbolic as Moby Dick, and much more. Continue reading “My ideal biography”