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Riapro questo blog abbandonato da più di un anno, non ho il coraggio di rileggere quello che scritto, mi cringia, già lo so. Ma di una cosa sono sicura: deve esserci più caos in quello che scrivo, che esprimo, non può essere tutto così didascalico, deve esserci più movimento, più disordine, alla fine è così che sta la mia testa per il 90% del tempo. Immagina, la mia testa suona così: Il caos mi ricorda Joyce. Da ragazzina leggevo Joyce, me lo aveva consigliato un tipo con cui mi sentivo su Facebook, facevamo sexting scrivendo un po' come lui. Erano i tempi in cui il trend era ascoltarsi la 'Luce Della Centrale Elettrica ', di quei tempi ricordo infatti, solo la nebbia, il buio la mattina sull'autobus andare a scuola e il buio del ritorno, un interno inverno a canticchiare a memoria tutte queste strazianti strofe, ero depressa, forse. Oppure la musica, la colonna sonora di quei giorni ha distorto le mie memorie. Ora se ora ascolto anche solo 1 minuto la voce di Vasco Bro...

BREAK UP

Io e Philip abbiamo deciso di lasciarci, o meglio ho deciso e poi gli ho inviato questo:

Philip and I decided to break up, or rather I decided and then sent him this:



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WARNING CONTAINS EMO MATERIAL


Cigarette stocks 

Salt because food is never salty enough

Balsamic vinegar 

Tomatoes everywhere anyway

Danish water

Coca Cola from Fakta

A series of drinks meticulously placed in the fridge, in the usual order, in the same way.

Plastic containers should not be thrown away 

They should be stored for planting cacti 

Lots of cacti in containers, which should be meticulously sealed with cling film

Seeds, seedlings, anything that can be germinated in plastic containers

Stocks of shampoo, shower gel...the Matas gel you use to pull your hair back 

The large, medium and microscopic cacti that are growing in the plastic containers in the window

Playstation 2, 3, 1, Sega video games, Sega consoles scattered everywhere, or put in shopping bags

And then cassettes, DVDs, CDs, whatever

Your broken and crooked chair where you sit to smoke and drink your glass of coke, the first thing you do when you wake up, the same chair where you bite your nails and then try to fix them with the nail clipper, where you prepare with your slow and steady rhythm the rituals of fun, the disc with the 666

and when it's light outside, but we are still awake

Can i have one more beer?

That time we held each other's heads while we're in bed, it was nice and then I fell asleep.

The bedroom that you have to finish repainting sooner or later, here where no piece of furniture performs the function it was created for, except the bed.

More video games, you looking for an old Italian film to fall asleep.

when we used to fall asleep with schech and... (I can't remember how to say it) or when you put on L'orca, when you spend hours looking for all the schech and...(I can't remember how to say it) remixes of SWG's Human Nature, Me begging you to come to bed, you staying awake other hours smoking tons of cigarettes and laughing alone 

when you are still asleep in the morning, and I won't see you wake up

and me photographing you from all angles

When you tuck me in before I sleep, I remember my childhood and I get that thrill of joy 

The glasses of water under the bed, because otherwise you risk spilling them. You've been telling me this for eight months, I tell you I've learnt, you don't believe it. 

Close the door! OK Philip, I'll close the bedroom door or you won't sleep. 

When we take a shower together and meanwhile you brush your teeth sitting on the toilet then spit water into the sink like a fish, that's nice to see

We get out of the shower, you give me the smaller towel or the red one

While you sneak into the bedroom leaving patches of water everywhere and then you slip your towel under the duvet waiting to dry. I'm freezing!

Can I play one more game?

The Koi Koi game online, the leaderboard, if you're not first you get angry, you have to "defend the title" and you get angry because I find it futile, I feel guilty

I hug you and you ask me Do you like Donald Trump? I answer you I love u

The gestures, the repetitive phrases: FANTOZZI!

I shouldn't get angry it's you

When we met and you gave me that watch in the shape of the Blue Mosque that rang with Arabic call,

we laughed, then the next day you bought yourself one just like mine

When you buy another pack of paints, crayons, markers, coloured papers... 

And then you randomly place them somewhere in the living room or forget them inside shopping bags

All that junk you collect around and then you place it somewhere in the living room

The stockpile of instant noodles in the pantry, the ones with the green packaging, your favourite,

when I went round the supermarkets to find them, they didn't have them anymore

and then they went up in price

The stock of lighters in the pantry, that huge box of olives you don't want to open or "it goes bad"

The time we cleaned the kitchen, and then tidied all the other rooms,

it was winter and there was lockdown

The toilet flush that gets blocked, it took me months to figure out how to unblock it

When you sleep and I go out to buy breakfast and you repeat to me remember the keys put them in my trouser pocket, then sometimes I forget 

When you take pictures of the food before you eat it, when you send me pictures of what you eat alone

All the times you've cooked for me, all the times I've done it,

all the times we've had baked potatoes, meat, pasta. 

You going to Lidl with Nicky.

The Lidl Lasangi! you have in the fridge, the inevitable frozen pizzas,

When you awkwardly pull your trousers up because your ass is hanging out or leave your belt open, when you choose zip-up sweatshirts to make a night of it so you don't lose things.

When you lost your credit card at the club, when you lost your phone and then found it again,

when your bike was stolen and it was so sad to walk home. 

When you smirk smugly nodding, when you put your hand on your head awkwardly and cutely,

when I squeeze your love handles hard and you get angry,

when I tell you that your skin is sooo soft

and I can't stop touching it.


I may have forgotten something but I love you.



we told each other to remain friends.

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