This is a space for free thoughts. I write what I think, what I see, and what I feel. Freestyle ideas that hit me while I’m in the subway tunnel, arguing with colleagues, showering, or sprinting through the countryside at 4:40 per kilometer — releasing more endorphins than a Colombian narcotics distillery.
These are my ideas. You can read them. You might like them. You might hate them. You can approve them. Or not.
Frankly, I don’t give a damn (Gone with the Wind, citation mandatory).
P.S. For semantic reasons, I write in Italian.
ER MULO e L’OPINIONE DEL PROSSIMO
C’era ‘na vorta, su pe’ la montagna,
un fattore che viveva co’ ‘na cuccagna:
c’aveva un mulo, bello, forte e sano,
che je portava er peso come un cristiano.