At the Lavezzi Islands, on a catamaran, I dissolve one grain at a time watching a story of her with someone else in Paris. Sandcastles: that's what we are.
Sandcastles
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Letter to XMas Baby… my son! (Surprise!)
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Il Magnifico writes a letter to the son who will be born in 6 months to XMas Lady. Between diapers, threesomes, and an overly enthusiastic grandmother, the most tender and surprising letter on the blog.
Meteors
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The women in my life are meteors: they enter, they shine, they disappear. A poem by the Magnifico, a confession, and writing as an antidote to death.
It’s Closing!
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Click to rate this post! [Total: 0 Average: 0] I’ve decided to shut down the blogs. For several reasons.The first is that more and more often the protagonists of the stories end up being bothered by some detail in my accounts. Almost never because of something I actually did, but always because of some free interpretation, some embellishment used to decorate the story.All of us, every day...
Saying Goodbye to the Perfect Girl
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Click to rate this post! [Total: 0 Average: 0] Okay, it’s true, the blog is closed and I shouldn’t have written anymore.But I can’t stay silent about my farewell to SweetTits, which happened just a few hours ago.There she is, knocking at my door. She’s been waiting a month to see me because of my COVID isolation. A month in which she did everything to stay close to me:...
Loving is Letting Go: of Yourself, the other Person, your Own Limits.
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Click to rate this post! [Total: 0 Average: 0] 11:35 PM, Milan.It’s been 8 hours and 50 minutes since I texted the American girl again, the girl I was crazy about.Two months and 27 days since her last message.Two months and 24 days since my last attempt to talk to her. Little? A lot? Time is fleeting or eternal, dense or sparse, depending on how intensely you live it.For me, these two...
