Hong Kong: The Playground

Sometimes I have to think, or have to stop thinking. My head produces thoughts, scenarios, images, stories. My head is pretty much a multiplex. So I choose a place, which becomes my place where I go to think, or stop thinking. I calm down, I mentally write speeches, seek solutions to problems, I put in order my mind, take decisions, sit down. Or just breathe. Enjoy the internal silence. As a kid I went to my parents camp on the lake, a camper village amidst the greenery. I crossed the net and climbed over the hill above the baths. I knew I could find a better, cleaner and not smelling place. But places, like people and moments you can’t choose

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Hong Kong: The Patience of Moms

Everyone says that patience is learned when you become a mom and that it evolves with the child’s age. It starts right away during the hours of labor torture. When doctors tell you to breathe and not to contract the belly, that eventually will pass, it’s just a couple of hours (or days for the less fortunate ones) that you are not dying, you are giving birth to a child. Then breathe, yell, think the worst things about your husband who did this to you, hate the midwife, turn off the light, switch on the light, walk, lie down, send to hell the nurse who try to let you drink a juice, but I recommend you, be patient. Than a

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The Moment, Forever

“Per sempre (forever) solo per sempre (only forever) cosa sarà mai portarvi dentro solo tutto il tempo (whatever will be bring you inside me just for all the time) per sempre (forever) solo per sempre (only forever) c’è un istante che rimane lì piantato eternamente (there is a Moment that remains eternally there” Luciano Ligabue   The brain, what a mystery. I wonder what snaps into our skull when we live “in the moment,” when we are so aware and present that everything becomes clear and clean, and that moment – beautiful, horrible, sometimes apparently insignificant, is so intense that it is sticks to gray matter and we can no longer remove it. Why then just “that moment” and not

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Damn Basketball, I Hate You!

I’m lying in the noisy tunnel of an MRI, again. Agonizing. I’m not claustrophobic. But it’s cold, I have to keep my leg firm and It hurts, I want to move it. TOC TOC TOC These headphones don’t isolate a fucking sound. In Grey’s Anatomy, Derek would enter the door and hold my hand. What if I also broke the last ligament I’ve got left? What if I cannot walk anymore? What if I have to put on a knee prosthesis? Fuck I am just 41. Damn Basketball I hate you. TOC TOC TOC Can I have some music here??  If I’ve broken also the collateral ligament, it is the end. Maybe is just the meniscus. Hopefully it’s just the

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