Fabrizio Ulivieri - Content Creator

  In this little book, The Little Book of the Dead, dwell all the dead who have accompanied me all my life. They have lived in me and with me. Not for a single moment of the day have they been apart from me. Perhaps they slept, dozed, awaiting their resurrection—but they were alive. They breathed, they ate with me, slept with me, thought with me. They were the bacteria of my spirit, the microbiota of my life... You can find the book here Here  https://www.academia.edu/128566888/Fabrizio_Ulivieri_The_Little_Book_of_the_Dead If you're not registered on Academia, you'll need to sign up. It's free, easy, and only takes a few seconds.

Yellow moons at nighttime, Through the window’s breach Down and then rise to reach Shining streets and flow sublime. Downtown trains are full. White pale girls hard try  Their world discard shy And cross the light - pale and dull. They wave their hands - like crows Scatter - slow and grow around They follow unpleasant sound And see how grey all flows. Nothing will capture their heart. Like thorns are - without the rose. Oh, if I were the one they chose Happy, I would span the silent dark. I know that window, I know it's late I know the stairs and the doorway I stand by the light at the four-way I walk down past the gate and wait. Will I see you tonight? On a downtown train Among other girls again? Will I catch your dim sight? Of my dreams, you fall away. Alone, I am going nowhere. Following the moon's glare I lonely ride a downtown train. -------------- PS. " Downtown Train" is one of my favourite songs. Tom Waits’ voice, or Rod Stewart’s voice singing it, is a melod...

  Ricordo il tuo corpo il tuo odore Massaggiavo i piedi e la carne Fra le mani mi dava tuo calore. Dove ora il corpo che ho lavato Degli occhi lo sguardo ora posa? È ingiusta storia che passi un corpo E della carne sol viva memoria. Carne animale che dà vita e gioia E insegna il patire e pone il fare. In memoria che a lui dentro vive Va il sangue suo e corre la storia Di un flusso eterno a sé  mai tale.

The intelligible is something that is always there, whether one comprehends it or not. As Heraclitus says: τοῦ δὲ λόγου τοῦδ’ ἐόντος αἰεὶ ἀξύνετοι γίνονται ἄνθρωποι καὶ πρόσθεν ἢ ἀκοῦσαι καὶ ἀκούσαντες τὸ πρῶτον “This Logos is always so, yet human beings remain uncomprehending, both before they hear it and even after they have heard it for the first time.” This Logos comes into the world through similarity - similia similibus attrahuntur. This implies that there must be some predisposition, some prior affinity, if one is to be drawn towards what the intelligible discloses. As Aristotle writes: ἀλλὰ πεφυκόσι μὲν ἡμῖν δέξασθαι αὐτάς (Ethica Nicomachea, 1103a) “We are by nature predisposed to receive them.” In the beginning, we are characterised by what William Desmond calls porosity. We are always already in contact with  What  has sense for us. Yet the majority -  οἱ πολλοί  - do not understand it, or are incapable of sensing it. Heraclitus again expresses this with r...

  All'amore che mai muore che avete nel mio cuore  C e S Tanto distante sta il nostro vivere Tanti diversi crescono ormai  I semi nel cuore cui ora credere. E una chiamata vostra amata A un tavolo di Natale speravo In un altro mondo udir la voce.  E il vostro amore in me sentir di qua - che un mondo così straniero D' ironia parole e facce sapeva. Urlavano i ricordi dei giorni Insieme caldi e ultimi al cuore Senza amore - era il mio dolore.

  In fondo al cono vedo me bambino Lontano - ma insistente alla mente. Sola unica storia di mio cammino.