Tags: Men
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In the beginning it was summer. The man I sat with at dinner on a warm evening in June was just as beautiful as it had always been since the first day we met. A lot of years had passed before he showed up with me in a little email: – I'm in...
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[reflections] The road has been long and really perilous, full of obstacles and so-called cocks and bouquets (which let’s face it, if it’s true as it is true that I was born princess and I became a chameleon, then I can also afford the turpiloquium). That, frankly, if I'd known before, maybe I'd be more careful, or how would you...
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And if it were true that at some point in life, when you seem to have understood how things are between men and women of the second lap, it was time to throw knowledge to the nettles? If it were true that we women usually...
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working with males (in Veneto) So where did I stay? ah yes, to the tears of these women and the silences of these men, that I try to put them all in line to find a logical connection to these stories all so ruinously painful, painful for women, which seems instead that men scatter it...
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an impossible female career I entered him. I ran him walking. I had the packages in my hand and Dior's red lipstick on my lips; he had a big belly, the thoughtful air, the eyes caught. - Toh! I told him, I hesitated what was enough to decide if to stop...
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Ah, my lady if she knew... because my life must be so complicated, the always difficult things, nothing that I smoothly seem, always a hindrance after the other, I turn off the printer, because the Taliban does not send me an email instead of always calling me, I turn off the radio and collect my cards in a pile, because...
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Ah my lady, he knew... (2/3) And already life would be sufficiently difficult and tiring so, that already at home I have two children (a divine grace my lady, this is true, but I dare to confess that often the Divine Graces have an intrinsic price that would be well evaluated in advance, being able to do it), a dog (small...
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that is the importance of words There are in the background to the page where you read the mail, a series of words that no one ever reads. They are words written in small, just mentioned, that none of us ever have time to want to read: the usual useless words. (Instead the words all have their meaning, and they are not...
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He spills and I'll let myself get. I look at it in the eyes, but then I close them, that strong and too many are my emotions, I do not know what end they would make me do, and we roll under the table, as if we were 15 years old and instead I lived at least 100 lives myself, that I could count and tell.it is extraordinary...
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and I gladly climbed to his house, I willingly gave up the coat in the entrance, I gladly followed him as he walks with his safe step and while he goes touches the things that are his, (the drawer, a quick look at the cards, collects a newspaper sitting in the chair, touches the table) and docile I followed him that...
