Why I Write
English version coming as soon as possible (which might take a while). 😬 In the meantime, maybe your browser’s translator can do a decent job on the original text. If you want to try it out, I do wish you the best of luck! 😬
Music Through My Ears
No More Boring Christmas Songs! [Comments – Part 1]
In this New York Times article, Scott Vener, musical director of a famous TV series, laments the fact that playlists have replaced his favourite music blogs and declares that he misses reading passionate music fans talking about each song they used to post. I agree with him. I mean, I truly believe that hearing good
Patchwork Quilt
For months, if not years, I’ve been trying to bring a minimum of order to the utter chaos made out of my, literally, thousands of files stored in clouds, external drives, laptops, tablets, cell phones and, to the surprise of some (or many), in good old notebooks or any piece of paper where I can
Gradient Memory
Today is her birthday. Seventy-three years of life; two exactly since some behaviours that had been sporadic until then, sometimes almost comical, made it clear that they were signs of something way more serious than I could have imagined. The physical distance didn’t allow me to properly discern it, but it felt like, in the
My Place
⚠️ UPDATED ON 22.04.2025: Without ever having planned it, or even desired it, fate ended up taking me to live, up until now, in six different cities – three in the country where I was born and three abroad. For more exploratory spirits, dwelling in half a dozen points on the world map may sound
Hello, World! 👋🏻
When brainstorming about what the first post on this new platform would be, the title “Hello, World!” was suggested to me as a joke. “No way!” – I answered. A few seconds later, I found myself wondering, “hmm, coming from me, that title is so unpredictable that it could be actually funny” (and I did
While We’re Still Alive
Since an early age, I’ve been daily consumed by this overwhelming urge to write. To me, writing is a natural and strong instinct apparently embedded in my blood, just like breathing. What has been taking my peace away, however, is this counter-intuitive desire (given how private and selective I am) to share what I write,