[Poetry] may make us from time to time a little aware of the deeper unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves. T.S.Eliot
Thursday, June 11, 2026
Monday, June 8, 2026
Rest in peace, nice idea.
An evening walk back to the hotel from the restaurant where I just had dinner, in a peripheral district north of Bologna. I can't imagine the number of people who would be able to spot it and form any opinion about it. The road, flanked by bricks and concrete walls, promises to be one of those fast lanes where people rush either to work or home with no room for thoughts. As the two colleagues that joined me for dinner walk on taking care of not falling off the very narrow sidewalk, I stop for a picture and a few questions open up.
Apparently, I'm standing in front of a sign of protest. The metaphor needs no explanation. The inscription is there only to provide context and reinforce a sense of finality, reminding us how some promising thoughts can be prematurely discarded or neglected. I'm not sure whether the artwork was inspired by some personal experience. Am I looking at a statement about the abandonment of creativity and the pursuit of innovation? After all, the artist had an opportunity to express his thoughts. His creativity found an outlet.
Thursday, June 8, 2023
Saturday, August 20, 2022
Saturday, July 16, 2022
Wednesday, January 30, 2019
Monday, July 31, 2017
Tuesday, July 11, 2017
Music for all ages
Tuesday, January 17, 2017
Tuesday, May 17, 2016
Under the Bridge
Wednesday, December 23, 2015
Wednesday, June 3, 2015
June 1946
It must have been a well studied strategy combining the Republic Day break, the very first opportunity to reach for the seaside, with the local administration polls. Numbers of voters have been at historical low.
I wonder why those authorities still meet in front of a memorial stone.


















