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“Essere agli sgoccioli”
Literally it means something like “to be at drip”
It’s the Italian way to mean “to be almost over”.
I’m close to the end of something that has taken 3 times the time it was supposed to take,
twice the time it generally takes (to others).

I’m almost done dealing with this stuff. End is in sight if nothing wrong happens.
As always.
Studying physics taught me more about giving up, accepting undesired situations rather than certainty.

In these days I have to record in my mind part of the various efforts that, more or less 100 years ago, physicists made to describe a tiny thing as an Hydrogen atom and how it gives huge troubles to describe a slightly more complex atom as Helium atom.
That second electron gave huge troubles to those guys!

Maybe it’s just my little mind not grasping what it has to be recorded, but while reading these papers, trying to stuck in mind concepts, I have the bizarre feeling that I can almost see those scientists writing papers over papers trying to describe a thing that is extremely simple and extremely complex at the same time.

I found myself wondering if they felt frustrated when things didn’t work or if they smiled at seeing how nature cannot be easily framed. Maybe they all knew both feelings.

Definitely i giggled at imagining them throwing papers in air due to desperation, because “NOTHING WORKS”
Or probably it was just me wanting to throw away my papers.
Who knows

At the end, I see the same feelings swing in the Webmaster and his co-workers in trying to do a description of what they study.
Another tiny thing that matters.

Ok, I mastered at distracting myself with my own thoughts, but it was funny to imagine all of them taking an huge amount of their time trying to describe an apparently simple system.

Here came the regret to not be “enough” to be part of this swing…but as I said, physics taught me giving up.
It’s ok.
At the end, not everyone has to get nut about finding a theoretical model that fits with experimental results, or finding experimental apparatus that sees better how things work.

Assuming that physicists, nowadays, still give more importance to curiosity than to the activity of finding pride-feeding reasons

Posted May 20th, 2015.

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In search of a world to call home

I grew up studying science.

I live surrounded by scientists (80% of people I have known so far)

In the science world, among the several things you can find, you get to be able to explain a lot with just few signs

This is one of the things that I’ve always found charming about science.

Even if with a different style, photography has the same kind of potential: with just an imagine you can tell and understand a lot.

but the “no, wait, what’s happening here?” moment is rather frequent when I surf through art world
(or what it looks to be art world)

The confusion takes place, mainly, when I read comments of pictures.

90% or more of the times I read the analysis of an image,
I just have to re-read it at least 2-3 times, before I get to understand 1 line.

Really, math complex analysis is easier, and I think I’ve proven I’m not a genius in science

Point is, will I ever get used to art-world speech?

In the best situation.: it feels like they need 1000 words to state “Sicily is an island”, but describing stars formation to say that, again, Sicily is an island…or MIGHT be an island.

It’s in those moments that I have to look for a friend that has the patience to translate what is said in plain Italian (or English).


Io? Speriamo che me la cavo.

Posted November 7th, 2013.

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Gentle slap

A dear friend tagged me today on an image on FB.

On the image you could just read a quote

Youth is happy because it has the ability to see beauty.
Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.

F. Kafka 

I had an awful morning, just due to human weakness.

As a consequence, even if masked with a laugh since I didn’t want to hurt my friend and because I appreciated the thought, I asked with a slightly provocative tone: “Do I look happy to you?”

She just said: “In the truest meaning, yes


It might not be a great consolation but, even if I suck in what I do, I (still) deserve love.

Posted November 4th, 2013.

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There is more than photography (too)

In the last days an aspect of reality unfolded in front of my eyes, but I could take no picture of it

It is not possible to take a picture of it because it is an action that involved people living in different countries, speaking different languages, doing that action in completely different moments…all focused on just one young man health.

I could say that these people had in common just one thing, and it was sharing friendship with me, but that would not be enough to explain what happened.

What all these people really have in common is that at a certain point of their life they decided to follow Who is the source of the Beauty I keep seeking daily.

Problem is, I speak so-so pictures language and I’m awful with words…How showing this Beauty then?

A picture worth 1000 words, but I have no picture.

Why not sharing about 1000 words picturing a real friendship?

At the end I read those words a few days before all this happened, before I could even imagine all this would have happened


‘It’s coming out in a minute,’ whispered Pippin to Merry. Merry nodded
     ‘Well!’ said Frodo at last, sitting up and straightening his back, as if he had made a decision. ‘I can’t keep it dark any longer. I have got something to tell you all. But I don’t know quite how to begin.’
     ‘I think I could help you,’ said Merry quietly, ‘by telling you some of it myself.’
     ‘What do you mean?’ said Frodo, looking at him anxiously. ‘Just this, my dear old Frodo: you are miserable, because you don’t know how to say good-bye. You meant to leave the Shire, of course. But danger has come on you sooner than you expected, and now you are making up your mind to go at once. And you don’t want to. We are very sorry for you.’
     Frodo opened his mouth and shut it again. His look of surprise was so comical that they laughed. ‘Dear old Frodo!’ said Pippin. ‘Did you really think you had thrown dust in all our eyes? You have not been nearly careful or clever enough for that! You have obviously been planning to go and saying farewell to all your haunts all this year since April. We have constantly heard you muttering: “Shall I ever look down into that valley again, I wonder’, and things like that. And pretending that you had come to the end of your money, and actually selling your beloved Bag End to those Sackville-Bagginses! And all those close talks with Gandalf’.
     ‘Good heavens!’ said Frodo. ‘I thought I had been both careful and clever. I don’t know what Gandalf would say. Is all the Shire discussing my departure then?’
     ‘Oh no!’ said Merry. ‘Don’t worry about that! The secret won’t keep for long, of course; but at present it is, I think only known to us conspirators. After all you must remember that we know you well, and are often with you. We can usually guess what you are thinking. I knew Bilbo, too. To tell you the truth, I have been watching you rather closely ever since he left. I thought you would go after him sooner or later; indeed I expected you to go sooner, and latterly we have been very anxious. We have been terrified that you might give us the slip, and go off suddenly, all on your own like he did. Ever since this spring we have kept our eyes open, and done a good deal of planning on our own account. You are not going to escape so easily!’
     ‘But I must go,’ said Frodo. ‘It cannot be helped, dear friends. It is wretched for us all, but it is no use your trying to keep me. Since you have guessed so much, please help me and do not hinder me!’
     ‘You do not understand!’ said Pippin. ‘You must go – and therefore we must, too. Merry and I are coming with you, Sam is an excellent fellow, and would jump down a dragon’s throat to save you, if he did not trip over his own feet; but you will need more than one companion in your dangerous adventure.’
     ‘My dear and most beloved hobbits!’ said Frodo deeply moved. ‘But I could not allow it. I decided that long ago, too. You speak of danger, but you do not understand. This is no treasure-hunt, no there-and-back journey. I am flying from deadly peril into deadly peril.’
     ‘Of course we understand,’ said Merry firmly. ‘That is why we have decided to come. We know the Ring is no laughing-matter; but we are going to do our best to help you against Enemy.’
     ‘The Ring!’ said Frodo, now completely amazed.
     ‘Yes, the Ring,’ said Merry. ‘My dear old hobbit, you don’t allow for the inquisitiveness of friends. I have known about the existence of the Ring for years


     ‘Well, as I was saying’, Merry proceeded, ‘I kept my knowledge to myself, till this spring when things got serious. Then we formed our conspiracy; and as we were serious, too, and meant business, we have not been too scrupulous. You are not a very easy nut to crack, and Gandalf is worse. But if you want to be introduced to our chief investigator, I can produce him.’
     ‘Where is he?’ said Frodo, looking round, as if he expected a masked and sinister figure to come out of a cupboard.
     ‘Step forward, Sam!’ said Merry; and Sam stood up with a face scarlet up to the ears. ‘Here’s our collector of information! And he collected a lot, I can tell you, before he was finally caught. After which, I may say, he seemed to regard himself as on parole, and dried up.’
     ‘Sam!’ cried Frodo, feeling that amazement could go no further, and quite unable to decide whether he felt angry, amused, relieved, or merely foolish.
     ‘Yes, sir!’ said Sam. ‘Begging your pardon, sir! But I meant no wrong to you, Mr. Frodo, nor to Mr. Gandalf for that matter. He has some sense, mind you; and when you said go alone, he said no! take someone as you can trust.’
     ‘But it does not seem that I can trust anyone,’ said Frodo.
Sam looked at him unhappily, ‘It all depends on what you want,’ put in Merry. ‘You can trust us to stick to you through thick and thin – to the bitter end. And you can trust us to keep any secret of yours – closer than you keep it yourself. But you cannot trust us to let you face troubles alone, and go off without a word. We are your friends, Frodo. Anyway: there it is. We know most of what Gandalf has told you. We know a good deal about the Ring. We are horribly afraid – but we are coming with you; or following you like hounds.’
     ‘And after all, sir,’ added Sam, ‘you did ought to take the Elves’ advice. Gildor said you should take them as was willing, and you can’t deny it.’ ‘I don’t deny it,’ said Frodo, looking at Sam, who was now grinning.
     ‘I don’t deny it, but I’ll never believe you are sleeping again, whether you snore or not. I shall kick you are to make sure.
     ‘You are a set of deceitful scoundrels!’ he said, turning to the others. ‘But bless you!’ he laughed, getting up and waving his arms, ‘I give in. I will take Gildor’s advice. If the danger were not so dark, I should dance for joy. Even so, I cannot help feeling happy; happier than I have felt for a long time. I had dreaded this evening.’
     ‘Good! That’s settled. There cheers for Captain Frodo and company!’ they shouted; and they danced round him. Merry and Pippin began a song, which they had apparently got ready for the occasion


The Fellowship of the Ring – J.R.R. Tolkien

Posted October 24th, 2013.

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Reading this, especially Gandalf’s answer

‘I do really wish to destroy it!’ cried Frodo. ‘Or, well, to have it destroyed. I am not made for perilous quests. i wish I had never seen the Ring. Why did it come to me? Why was I chosen?’
‘Such questions cannot be answered’, said Gandalf. ‘You may be sure that it was not for any merit that others do not passes: not for power or wisdom, at any rate. But you have been chosen, an you must therefore use such strength and hearth and wits as you have. “
‘But I have so little of any of these things! You are wise and powerful. Will you not take the Ring?”
‘No!’ cried Gandalf, springing to his feet. ‘With that power I should have power too great and terrible. And over me the Ring would gain a power still greater and more deadly.’. His eyes flashed and his face was lit as by a fire within. ‘Do not tempt me! For I do not wish to become like the Dark Lord himself. Yet the way of the Ring to my heart is by pity, pity for weakness and the desire of strength to do good. Do not tempt me! I dare not take it, not even to keep it safe, unused. The wish to wield it would be too great for my strength. I shall have such need of it. Great perils lie before me’.

J.R.R. Tolkien – “The fellowship of the ring”.

reminded me of this:

‘The road to hell is paved with good intentions’


Posted August 25th, 2013.

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Deserted? Nah!

I’m not the best Catholic around and I’m unable to say great things but I follow a very simple logic.

The Pope is definitely NOT stupid (actually I have always thought he is a cool guy since before he became Pope),
therefore there must be very good reasons to take this decision.

The Boss is not an idiot.
The Boss will take care of all this.

Just hope that the guys who will vote for the next Pope will listen to the Boss.

So why should I worry?

I’m sad because I’m aware that such a decision weigh a lot on BXVI’s soul, but I’m not feeling deserted, I feel like he is doing his best for the Church. It would be extremely illogical to get angry with him.

I got a little worried for the reaction of some Catholics, but, sincerely, that’s their problem if they are unable to trust the Guy(aka Boss/God) they claim to believe in and follow…

At the very end, from a very selfish point of view, all this is so unexpected that made all people around me have the most sincere reactions… and revealed me, for the nth time, that I’m not wrong at following the friends I’m following.
And I’m not speaking about a twitter/Facebook follow 🙂

Evil is like the stone in the Sicilian saying where the water drop (falling on the stone) predicts the future of the stone. I let you imagine what’s the stone destiny.


Posted February 11th, 2013.

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And then come those days when…

you would like to smash everything around you, but…

I don’t really want to get break things around me, actually I don’t even like the idea.

I just want to understand how human mind works and how getting back my student skills

Mysteries of life.

Posted September 14th, 2010.

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