A dictionary of fictional languages

I recently found a dictionary of fictional languages in a library. Among the mentioned idioms were: Alien language, Commercial Latin, Reversed language, talking in Rama, Palindrome language, Metapatagonese, Mechanese, Lilliputian, using Letters with Glasses, Hieroglyph, Whistled language and Pig Latin. Though it might be argued that these forms of communication may not be of great…

Quote: A blowing libeccio

“From the sea blows the libeccio: a sudden, violent, crazy and thief wind. It comes from Morocco, it comes from Spain; it is a wind escaped from jail, that tries to make up as he can for lost time during a long imprisonment. It drops like a battering ram on the scattered waves, it smashes…

Music in the night

“Music in the night stretches the roads like ink blots, steals the stars from the streetlight cones, chases the shining eyes of a cat and the vague shadow of a passer-by, fluctuates in the darkness and then dissolves in the air, at such times so strangely light. Indeed, so strangely light.” (Marianna Morè) La musica…

The dark stare of the dragon

Have you ever bathed in a meromictic lake? It’s time to dive in! Read my article at www.sevenseasmedia.org – May 2018

Applied physics

Lunch time on a windy day in the middle of October. Sitting on the staircase of an ancient bridge, dating from the Republic of Venice, some university students are enjoying a timid sun. A warm light reflects from the water, but the air is biting and crisp. A couple is wrapped in an embrace. Close…

Through the eyes of a paramotorist

“It was my dream as a child. To look at that tree and wonder how it appears, when viewed from above. And so to start the engine, to go above it, as slowly and quietly as if you were on a moped. The only difference is that you float in the the air. The paramotor…

Come aboard the Amerigo Vespucci!

Sevenseas just published my new article about the historical sailer. Here’s a little prewiew.. “On a foggy October day, the imposing masts of the tall ship seem to emerge from behind the Arsenal bridge in Venice like a sudden apparition. The dense mist of the air draws the lines of the rolled sails and the…

The curtain

There is a border. A border that stretches itself waving under the golden fringes of a red velvet curtain. An arabesque, the graph of an electrocardiogram, the sinusoidal path of a perpetual motion between the brim of fabric and the surface of wooden boards. A few centimeters, an instant of suspesion, the perfect balance between…

Quote: The Self-Love Boat

“This mood of wistfulness is infectious. I peer backward, watching Africa recede astern: a chalky line, a white disc seen on edge, a pale host that melts away on the tongue of the ocean. With every olive eaten at mess, we pull closer to Arabia. The porthole to my cabin looks back.  The tiny chamber is…

The Amerigo Vespucci just docked among the pages of Bolina

A new article of mine has been published in the December issue of Bolina (page no. 95). It refers to the arrival in Venice of the historical tall ship of the Italian Navy, the Amerigo Vespucci.  86 years old and still crossing the oceans, the sailer was built with the aim of training cadets and still…