Letter to Future Moms

What does it mean to become a Mom? I mean, how do I explain to my friends Samy and Fulvia who will give birth in days/months, what can it mean to them? I do not know what it means to be a Mom. I can tell you what I am for my little girls but above all what they are for me. An extension of my upper limb, an appendage, an internal organ that is out of my body. It is a love without a way out. From other loves there is a moment of breath, a moment of peace, even a way to escape from it. As enthusiastic, intense or painful as it is you can survive. I don’t

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Shanghai: Plastic Surgery, Placenta Or Mask?

We are planning a short trip to Hong Kong next month. Among the documentation needed to get the Visa are  the awful passport photos, those in which you have to face the camera, not laugh, have your face uncovered, wear glasses if you wear them, but they do not have to be too big and must be able to see your eyes. At the end, all the family went out with the same crappy expression: half smile that runs away but does not fall, eyes blocked as if we have seen a ghost and yellowish incarnate. In addition to this, Chinese people love white skin so to make you prettier they photoshop the photos. The result is that the whole

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Shanghai: Dumpling, Dumpling, Dumpling!

“Hey you, what is your favorite food?” “Mmmhhh, I’m not sure, I’m undecided between ravioli and lasagna.” Of course, because when you think of a favorite food, carbohydrate makes it as a master, never to be undecided between a quinoa salad and steam cauliflower. It never comes to mind then summer’s approaching and we have to wear a swimsuit, weight loss to relieve pressure on the knees, the insulin that rises. Eh no, if you think of a favorite food the carbohydrate wins. Always. “Hey you. Yes I am speaking with you, the one undecided between ravioli and lasagna, please find a black hole, a passageway, a teleport and come here in a blink, please.” I would gladly bring you

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Shanghai: Matt Damon Land In China

Today something strange has happened. I was strolling in Shanghai’s Fuxing Park when an U.F.O. came down from the sky. The spacecraft landed in front of me and dropped a beautiful Martian. It was strangely high and pleasant, he resembled in everything Matt Damon (guys the weather warms up and I feel the spring in the air, I cannot affront a green man!). Matt took off his helmet and smiled. I admit it, I was unprepared. For a moment I was left overwhelmed by the impressive amount of white and bright teeth he had in his mouth. “Hey you, attractive Martian (from now on I’ll call him Matt), what are you doing in the Fuxing Park?” “Hey you, beautiful human

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