Archive for novembre, 2018


I fucked up BAD today.

I don’t even know how I did it.

But fact is I just destroyed a valuable set.

Not just valuable, but rarevaluable.

Can’t we just say a collective prayer to the mass of bohemian glass pieces on the floor…





Being wrapped in one of his sweaters I love the most, my cheek on his wool-covered chest.

A blanket over our legs.

His hands on my back.

A cup of tea and a book forgotten.

If every evening of my life could turn out like this one…


UT double chapter just posted…

…is it Christmas? xD


Migraine’s finally gone.



I wanted to do so many things this week…
Pubblishing a chapter of UT, for example.
Apart from work, apart from driving to see my tiny nephew ❤
It’s just monday…I know…
And do you know where I am?
In a dark room.
No joke here.
In a tiny dark room, in my bed and up to my ears with the coverlet.
No light is accepted and there has to be deathly silence or I go berserk in less than 5 sec.
I have migraine.
I can’t wear my glasses and if I have them on I don’t see a fucking thing.
I can’t eat.
My head feels on fire, and like it’s enflating, exploding.
And let me tell you how my optical nerve is an absolute bitch right now even with the screen in eco and red like a stoplight.
It’s going to be a long three days I can assure you.
Yes, at least three fucking days.

It starts dastardly subtle, a little fastidious pinprick at the height of my right temple.
I always just hope it will go away at this point…
Then the pinprick gets larger and mean, a scalpel sinking under my right eye to the center of the head.
Two things can possibly happen at this point.
The pain flares or recedes.
Yesterday it receded in the back of my head, near my hypothalamus and I just knew I was in for a fuckingly sweet ride of purgatory.
Nothing happens for some time then all hell breaks loose.
Hot wires start searing me from the back directly to the front, at this point I don’t see straight anymore, the pain blooms continuosly and my ears whistle while I feel all the little canals closing down.

There is no pause button for this and painkillers have no effect.
I can only endure this chinese torture with gritted teeth.

You can’t understand true pain until you try it.


Luciano Garbati
Medusa with the head of Perseus
2008 Florence

Come to see me
You will find my
Truth in the reflection…

Come to love me
I will have you
Suffer in perfection

There are days like today.
Where I’m so fed up when I stop working in the evening.
When I just snap at little things going wrong, screaming.
I don’t have the patience to prepare my customary cup of tea before dinner nor the desire to eat, and already I skipped lunch and breakfast, like a total moron.
I’m so primitively mad I have no regrets saying ‘Fuck you!’ to the world in general.
That’s when I put my phone on hold, close the door and make a dive for the bed, punching everything I can reach.
It’s childish but harmless.
I usually get up after that for a hot bath + washing my hair.
That doesn’t really help much but I usually feel human again.
These are the days without Ti.
I can’t help it, I tried.

He’s away a lot this days and I’m deprived of my favourite ray of sunshine.
He makes me happy, he makes me angry, he knows how and has the smile of an angel.


Edit: Today is the day…💞🎉🎊

Today the old world shall be destroyed.

Tomorrow a new world will be born.

We should be ready, yes?

Every drop of rain that falls in Sahara desert says it all

It’s a miracle

All God’s creations great and small

The Golden Gate and the Taj Mahal

That’s a miracle

Test tube babies being born

Mothers, fathers dead and gone

It’s a miracle


When you go shopping and you choose with him™ in your mind: comments and….eh…well…

He’s hard to please but he has taste…😏

Fumo blu, fumo blu

Una nuvola e dentro tu…


Me & UT will come back…SOON! 😎


Quando lavori pure da un cimitero e il tuo boss (anche chiamato Ti😅) non capisce che cavolo ci sei andata a fare…

Ed i tuoi non capiscono cosa cavolo stai facendo mentre reciti il Credo…xD

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