
Nosed puppet travels and becomes human
A newspaper ask readers to propose summaries of literature in 6 words.
Here is my attempt about Pinocchio.
“I crawl like a snail”
She was saying after some time in her bed, when trying to move, with some difficulties and some pain.
But yet she was moving and she wasn’t complaining. Just shutting wide her eyes, when one was helping her getting up, or swearing if we helped her awkwardly.
She crawled like a snail.
But she did not stop.
I didn’t expect she could stop. I didn’t want to.
Difficult times
And one more …. with a blue head

From Niger river again.
Another bird

From Niger river
Toilet’s note
Fools leave to others dealing with the consequences of their own actions.
The wise man uses the brush.
No weather for Lucania
We are now in 2010, but still, at TV weather forecasting, data from Potenza are often referred to as np (not received/non pervenuti) and I wonder why.
Which insurmountable impediment can repeatedly prevent that trivial information to get to the TV editorial desk?
Wouldn’t a simple telephone call be enough if other, more sophisticated means, fell short?
Meanwhile, we remain in the ignorance.
Take an umbrella ………
Shoot the poor
There are those incredible headlines for news regarding Lybian guards shooting on Italian fishers’ boat.
Almost all of them insist on them being fishers (and Italians) and not clandestines.
As it would be normal to shoot to a boat transporting clandestines, as if they do not count as possible human victimes.
Another war has started?
Cycles
Some issues come up cyclically. On 27 April 2004 I wrote a blog called Home exchange. I proposed our flat in Barcelona in exchange for some place somewhere in the world.
This year we have experimented the exchanging, first at the Cervino mountain and then at Lanzarote and it worked well.
And there is this story I am writing on heritage’s abolition: started in Chad, carried on in Ivory Coast and now alive again, in Belgium.
Now and then,I find some notes or some letter where I am reflecting on ideas or activities that I am again dealing with some years later.
Bad, good? Who knows?
