fumi

vendetta
questo microracconto mi è venuto in mente in Costarica durante una corsa in autobus - credo proprio che corsa sia la parola giusta- scritto la stessa sera e illustrato qualche mese più tardi in colombia

I’ve got to find it him. I’ve got to find him ‘cause the time has come to make it even. And as you know, revenge is a dish that is best served cold…ice cold…it makes it last longer.

The time has come to liberate myself from the grudge that I bore for too long… I can’t keep being a slave of my past.

I’ve been following him for a while, I studied his habits so now I can be sure that I won’t fail… I’ve got to go through this I’ve gotta go through this

For doing this I need reckoning and discipline. I need to be precise in the planning and in the action.

Chance has been the lord of my life for too long.

Appointments have to be kept, matches have to be ended…And this time they necessary need a winner and a defeated…beyond good and evil

That’s the only way to start living again. Live again

storia di un impiegato
una storiella che ho scritto a cartagena ho cercato di usare un linguaccio poetico...

penso però di essere scaduto nel mieloso cosa dite?

la proprietà privata
primo esperimento di scrittura automatica, riuscitissimo….penso
sotto in b/n pronto per la diffusione

Once upon a time there was god. The real one.He fell in love with a black being. Only it’s face and hands were white, all the rest, was as black as ink.It’s soul was black too. The soul that god took away from him a long time before, without remembering it. Things that happen up there.The black being thought the time was come to take his soul back, and sell it to the highest bidder. As you know, everything is on sale, and those that think otherwise, don’t go to heaven.With great astuteness the black being was able to take his soul back, while god, the real one, was dreaming about a Caribbean beach.When god, the real one, woke up and noticed the theft, he started to cry. He cried and said: “ I, god, the real one, have been robbed. I invented private property and now I lost control on it. Who will still believe in me!?”

troppi cannoni...