Fabrizio Ulivieri - TrendSetter

  There are places unheard of. And they are all with nary a mark on them that may not enable you to trace them on a map. And those who nevertheless go there undergo a long exercise of rehabilitation before being able to get those unheard places. And those who go there to be reborn must get there solely and compulsorily via a long swerve, that starts a long time before they realize that swerving. That swerve begins as a breaking point in your life, a bolt of lightning which scores a direct hit on you. That it is an unassimilable spiritual earthquake not every person can cope with, as a result of which people may slip into insanity if they are not strong and solid as cliffs against the waves coming from the sea. In the beginning, when you realize that you are swerving, you gasps out "Me? Why?". You cannot believe that you are not like the others. That you are different. It is an inescapable somersault from one state into another, that swerve. You have thought you were happily b...

As in many heroes of our times, we have plenty of metrosexuals around. It seems a time for metrosexuals, the time we live in, nowadays. He was metrosexual and sensualist. He used to steadily set his legs widespread while talking to people (women, above all) like he meant a subliminal message. You should be afraid for your wife and daughter, he oozed sensuality and sexuality. It was said that he made miracles thanks to his sensuality. Once, it is a well-known story, he made a paralysed woman walk. I am a man of my time, he used to say. A broad-minded man, but of my time, anyway. Why are you looking at me, he said out of the blue. We were drinking a beer at his place. Why do you look at me like that? He insisted. He probably was already drunk. Your eyes are mistrustful and contemptuous. You probably are here with me with some design. You are drunk, I answered, I have no design. I am here to drink a beer in your company. That's all. He mused and slowed down his aggressivity, Don't...