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There was a ring I never took off when I was no more than a teen girl.
It wasn’t valuable, found it dirty and dusty at the end of a drawer in a long before abandoned house.
It missed a little tiny diamond on its cast and it was so tiny in size I could only wear it on my left ring finger.
The center stone was a smoothed out ruby with a square shape.
But the beauty in it was not the stones.
It was in the fine work on the silver.
The thin veneers running along the sides in fragile, intricate leaves that could only be made by hand and with skill.
I never seen since a work like that ever.
It fitted my finger to the point I thought it was made for me and me alone.
It was probably just a cheap trinket bought at a fair or something like that in the time when my grandmother was just a young girl.
She’s 96 now, I’m 30 and the ring is still with me.
Worthless and consumed, but the silver still shines and fits somewhat.
The leaves are still there and they mean a world never gone to me.
Afternoons and evenings, card games and teas, red roses and blue hydrangeas.

You have forgotten, Gran.
I did not.
You can’t remember.
I shall do it for you for all the time I’m still given on this Earth.


[coloured photo by Mike Savad]



Those shades leaden with so near blinding sun heat.

Black asphalt to run on carefree.

Me double mirrored on his sunglasses.

No places to be.

Sand under my naked feet.

Sweet smelling jasmine and ice-mint whiskeys.

My big dark blue straw hat, yes just the one that gives me that 30s diva look and he always fingers up to watch my eyes.

And that road never-ending under a sky so blue.

I was just so happy in those 3 days, Ti.

The sea scent lingering, the torches still lit and the laughter ringing in my ears.

“Are you daydreaming, Fräulein?”

“What if I do?”

“Keep your dreams close.”

I just smile, tightening my hold on his hand.

“I think I shall.”

La sfiga è affamata di vendetta.

Prima non son stata bene, poi mi sono mandata a quel paese da sola perché non mi posso permettere di fermarmi.

Proprio in quel momento sul Nord-Ovest è calata la mano di gelo polare artico dopo – oso dirlo! – un’estate di San Martino di tre mesi!

Ed io tapina che torno a casa ai 50 all’ora con una strizza da cani.

La chevrolet darling che bene o male teneva la strada in piano con la sua stazza e peso da bisonte, il mio piede tenuto in punta sul pedale e le ruote che scivolavano leggermente ad ogni ripartenza da fermo ma trovavano grip per spingere.

Ed io che stupidamente spero nel traffico fantasma e nel fatto che l’ABS mi avrebbe permesso un minimo di grip…giù di discesa.

Col cavolo…

La poverella ci ha provato, io possibilmente no.

La morale della favola è che la Chevrolet Darling non si è fatta un’emerita mazza, l’auto davanti invece sì…

Io avevo letto che la neve sarebbe arrivata oggi.

C’è il sole.

Tempo di merda.




It’s so disheartening when you don’t feel truly that well and you have things to do/try/create/change.

Sometimes you ignore the ill feeling and you get up just to see the room spinning so hard you throw up all that’s not residing in your stomach.

Then comes the doubt at what you can’t comprehend and the stillness of laying in bed in the light of day when everyone else is bustling about like angry bees.

The bore that is capable to make me so furious I could scream for good time gone to waste.

The room still spins now and I feel quite queasy.

I wish I could do more than stay in Ti’s bed and zap through tv channels on my notebook.

His place is so still and quiet it gives me the creeps without him.


oH, lOOk that glass marble, did you loose yours, my dear?

I did, somewhere alOng the way.

And things I never seen SO CLEARLY in all my life.

So dear is vision when you have one and you go right to the end of the path to get exactly the things you want.

Never be afraid of what you want.

Never hold yourself back.

Never balk and stop.


You want something?

You go out in the world and you only come back home when you OWN it.

Let others talk behind your back, you’re not a child anymore, you don’t need to prove your self-worth to anyone NEVER AGAIN.

Fuck them, work your ass off and reap the benefits.

Be the master of your Own Universe. 💪🏻

Ancient weary eyes looking at you from a youthful face.

As old as you feel, bones creaking and all.

A bed too small to lay on, midnight noon sweltering outside.

Heavy music from static-laden speakers, music so old no-one remembers it.

You don’t even remember when or where you met him, just the look in his eyes.

The too old holey t-shirt, the battered leather jacket and scuffed doctor martens.

Not uttering a word, laying there.

And every year past seems longer than ever watching those eyes dilating.

Future remains beyond, full of things you’ll never know until it’s their time.

The record’s playing, the air is still.

The wolf in your bed hums, as meek as a lamb.

As the sun scorches a thousand licking flames.

“Your eyes are blue, very odd.”

“Still blue? I thought not.”

“Very blue. How come?”

Lick your lips, no sweat over your upper lip, and smile.

“I was born with them.”

Somewhere a hammond is playing and the spirit soars.

Never will you learn how young is he in his old years.

Until you’ll be shown.

Forse non lo sapete ma ho passato buona parte dei miei ultimi anni teen a leggere Hellsing e guardare gli OAV Ultimate…

Beh…avete mai sentito parlare della versione Abridged del Team Four Star? xD


Stavo dicendo…un team ha renderizzato da ogni episodio dei piccoli ‘Abridged’ (14 / 20 minuti e più a seconda) dall’Ultimate di Hellsing che già di suo non è proprio all’acqua di rose…

Avevo perso di vista il team TFS e per caso li ho ritrovati ed hanno completato la serie!!!

In questa Lunch hour giuro che mi sono sganasciata dalle risate! Da sentire con cuffiette religiosamente inserite, mi raccomando!!! xD

Questo non è il genere di content che posto normalmente su questo blog ma non potevo non farlo…LoL

Fans Hellsing uniamoci e facciamoci due risate al linguaggio anglofono estremamente scurrile e spiritoso LoL

dalla descrizione sul loro canale Youtube:

This Hellsing Ultimate Parody chronicles the tale of the Vampire Alucard in his quest to eliminate rogue undead, go on enthusiastic walks, torment the Pope, and kill Nazis. There’s plenty of blood, guns, and big titties, so jump on in and enjoy the ride!

Trovate la playlist sotto il cut…have fun!

Continua a leggere


I’m writing UT in these last few days.

Limited free time notwithstanding.

It could be the last chapter or the one before that and Linds just got in the way of a much needed closure taking my ideas and wrenching them like rags.

He’s enraged thanks to Michelle and the mindless blabbering of a moment.

It’s spectacular and crazed because I was so near the finish line and now I need to reinvent it…

I said it once and I’ll say it again: writing is like bleeding out. You’re never finished and it always hurts and you feel proud of your pixelated paper in strange ways.

Then there are the times you’re just tiredly shoving brown matter and you know it’s getting you and your story nowhere…


  1. Driving fast;
  2. Stay in the dark;
  3. Walking home late at night;
  4. What others could think;
  5. Say my ideas as they are;
  6. Find myself a place to live where I can be what I am;
  7. If I have to I’ll destroy anything in my path with no remorse;
  8. Being truthful when no one is;
  9. I can be quite cruel if someone drives me to be;
  10. Cling to a tiny idea and create something of enormous proportions (writers know what I mean!😁)


11. The ‘Holy Fucking Shit!’ I exclaimed this morning at full volume seeing Ti’s attire for the day and his smug grin while he lit up his cigarette, someday he’ll definitely find the right combo for making me faint on the spot, I just know it. 😍

This one is not so bad at least there’s a theme in it…but a bit more rhythm and a shorter title, contralto darling? xD

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