Quarantine: ups and downs

The battle during this quarantine is that, being unable to quarrel with anyone, those who live alone like me, are constantly confronting wiht themselves.

Me for instance ... The strong girl is back. Strong indeed, only with myself though. I have often scolded myself in my life. But only for things done badly, never for those not done at all, because actually ... I've done them all thhose that I wanted to do. But now I also feel very vulnerable (ok, painful menstruation that like this never before...on a normal day I would have just taken an Ibuprofen but today it's all a mental process, like once again you make someone hurt you, don't get moody because of someone else ... Let me take a breath!). Many - are - crude, simply. And in the absolute desire to give you an opinion of which, among other things, it does not matter, they can hurt you. Wait, I love those who say what they think. But the truth of someone who wants to hurt you is not the truth. It is a judgment cast there without being neither frank nor constructive. So why don't you save energy?

Sweet moments of loneliness

During this quarantine there seems to be some sort of empathy between me and some close friends. Like a thread that holds us together although we cannot see each other and go out as before. Although everyone has a different life. Every single time that melancholy has taken over in the last 41 DAYS (yes, 41) some of my close friends poof! called me. And didn't give me time to fall into the sad thoughts of this strange period. Friends, these pearls, my caresses in a moment of social distancing that does not suit me at all. Shall we perhaps end this period a bit more mature?

Those lovely chats

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Ricongiungersi

Ricongiungersi con chi, con cosa? Dopo 7 settimane di isolamento in cui a fasi alterne hai pianto riso cucinato vomitato versato lacrime e rabbia o sorrisi e buon umore, yoga o corsa, pasta o riso, carne pesce o divento vegetariana....ricongiungermi è l’unica cosa che voglio adesso. Io che viaggiavo sempre e sempre pi ù lontano perchè senn ò che gusto c’è ad andare dove posso andare in qualsiasi momento...ora voglio solo tornare dalla mia famiglia, restare appisolata sul dondolo a guardare le formiche trasportare palle pesantissime in lunghissime file. O giocare a racchettoni con lei in spiaggia quando il sole sparisce dietro Stromboli . O semplicemente svegliarmi, ‘scendere gi ù’ e afferrare un fico dal frigo mentre mamma mi prepara il caffè, che lo posso fare da sola ma se lo prepara lei è sempre pi ù buono. Ci dev’essere un segreto che non vuole svelare, nel suo caffè perchè non mi viene mai cos ì . Guardo voli e regole e Schengen e qui s ì l ì non ci ...

25 April, quarantine, I resist

Questo è il fiore del Partigiano morto per la libertà. This is the flower of the Partisan who died for freedom. For all of us. The song says that partisan wants to be buried up there on the mountains so that his death makes sense. So the people who pass will remember what the partisan died for. Let's not forget to celebrate the memory of this day. That April 25th is an important date for Italians. That April 25th is the opposition to a regime. That April 25th is the Italian liberation. Simple words, perhaps not suitable for a blog. But as heavy as rocks. For everyone, even if political propaganda is being done today for anything, this is a very important day. Democracy, the one that gives you the chance to express your opinion, even you do not sing Bella Ciao , and which I respect, is born with the blood of our ancestors. You who vote, you who organize yourself into associations, you do it thanks to those who fought before you, to have these rights. Freedom is not a...

Dreams and nostalgia

Would I be trivial if I tell you about the nostalgia for the scent of sesame buns? The sesame in Sicily is called giuggiulena and was imported by the Arabs. From them it was learned to cultivate it and to use it for example to prepare the cubbaita , a crunchy sesame with honey and almond chips. In fact, its name comes from quibbiat , almond, in Arabic, beautiful. Almonds, those of the almond trees blooming in Agrigento, sway in the wind while you watch the 'Bacchantes' from the arena of the Greek theater. This Greek theater, which the Greeks called the Concordia theater, stands in a valley full of other temples that looks like a movie set. And in fact in a film you feel when you are sitting on the same benches for millennia. Or when, soaking your feet on Stromboli sea, sipping a soda, you watch the lava slowly descending on the sea. The sea, from which they catch swordfish from the second century BC. Fish with swords... more a movy than this !? The same sea that d...

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