Komorebi #poesieappese @trarealtaesogno

Cari Lettori, care Lettrici, dopo un bel po’ di tempo torno a scrivere qualcosa sul mio blog. Chi mi segue su Instagram (@trarealtaesogno) sa che non mi sono mai fermato, ma ho dedicato del tempo ad altri progetti paralleli che da troppo tempo avevo trascurato.

Uno di questi progetti è nato qualche tempo fa, ma solo ora ho deciso di parlarne pubblicamente.

Si tratta delle:


una raccolta di poesie che ho scritto, i Komorebi, che ho deciso di diffondere anche in giro per le città italiane.

L’idea si è rafforzata dopo aver visto un poeta fare la medesima cosa in giro per Firenze.

Attualmente le #POESIEAPPESE si trovano in molte città italiane e spesso mi vengono condivise dagli amici e dai lettori. Spero che questo progetto possa continuare a crescere e a diffondersi sempre di più, salvo vandalismi o appropriazioni.

Vi terrò aggiornati sui prossimi sviluppi delle #POESIEAPPESE e vi invito a seguirmi su Instagram per scoprire dove potete trovarle e, magari, condividerle anche voi.

Un abbraccio a tutt*.


The Perfect Day: a surreal tale that will leave you speechless.

There are days when the sun rises to lure out the dreamers, who would otherwise spend their time imagining how they would live their lives instead of actually living them. But who are the dreamers? How do you imagine a dreamer to be? Perhaps unattractive? Maybe chubby or extremely clumsy? Likely! And awkward? Yes, very awkward! But now close your eyes, even if only for a moment, do you feel uncomfortable? Of course, you’re so used to looking around that a bit of darkness oppresses you. But in the dark, dreams reside, and in dreams, our true selves manifest. Now try closing your eyes again, but before you do, decide to visualize something beautiful – your loved one, your mom or dad, a motorcycle, a bike, or a flower – it doesn’t matter, but if you do, you will understand why so many love to dream. In dreams, even the most timid realize what they may never have the courage to do in life. The problem is all there, you act, while we dreamers imagine doing so. But this story will turn the issue on its head, let me introduce you to Fulgenzio and this is his day of action… Or isn’t it?

In all the splendor of my 95kg for 165 cm, I left the house wearing black shorts and a flashy bright green tank top. I had left all my dreams in the drawer, today we live!

With a brisk step, I arrived at the bar where I used to bet on football. The barmaid is a very beautiful girl, but for some reason, the owner, that seems a brown bear, always served me. I enter and say, “hey, gorgeous, can you bring me some luck?” She looks at me, perhaps she had never done so before, and I realize that she’s listening to me, in fact, she leaves. Ok, I exaggerated, but today is just not my day, so I settle for playing the lottery with the bear, then I go out and look at the ticket for a moment before throwing it away. I’ve never won with the bear. I walk, feeling great, and arrive at the park where some girls take photos of me and ask if I usually roll around. I respond with absolute courtesy that the only thing that’s probably rolling is their brain lying on a bed of butt cheeks, then I grab my phone and take a selfie with my tongue out. This is art! They are speechless and I leave laughing. Acting seems fun, I’m starting to enjoy it. I arrive at the square and encounter a broken down police car, so I stop and ask if they need help. The young man asks me, “are you a mechanic?” And I say, “no, but if it doesn’t matter to you, know that I’m curious.” From the way the guy starts shouting, I understand that it’s better to get away. I walk amused, searching for other ideas, and I enjoy every single thrill of this day without brakes. I wonder how I managed to resist for so long without doing anything, living life and causing mischief makes you feel alive! And here’s a young, elegant priest passing by, a thousand ideas cross my mind, but I don’t choose any, ok, it’s my day of freedom, but it’s better not to do things you regret later. I walk towards the sports bar to offer wine to the old men, who once drunk, would tell me incredible stories. There it is, all red with a dark green canopy of a well-known beer brand. But the outdoor tables are empty. A shiver, I can’t miss the drunk grandpas. I enter, find the desolate bartender, and ask where his customers are. “At the bowling alley, damn it!” he answers angrily. So, I go to the bus stop and get on the bus that crosses the city more slowly than usual. As I get off, I look at the driver who smiles at me and I say, “thank goodness I didn’t validate my ticket, you were slower than my grandma during the Patron Saint’s procession.” I hear shouting, everyone’s a little nervous, it doesn’t matter, I’m finally in front of the bowling alley. I read out loud: “City final of the grandpa’s cup” and I can’t help but laugh. Before entering, I buy eight boxes of two-liter red wine and a pack of plastic cups from the nearby minimarket. I enter and find a small group of gray-haired old men who start approaching at the sight of the well-known brand of boxed wine.

They were ten, 4 teams of 2, and two judges. But I gave them the rules: the grandparents had to drink a glass before each shot. They accepted confidently, but I could already taste the result. The first shot was perfect for everyone, but by the third round, between crooked trajectories and holy flying objects, things got heated. On average, the grandfathers were right – with a liter of Tavernello in their system, they thought they were gods. Well, we had already surpassed that threshold. “Artist! Give me another glass, I need to enhance my aim.” However, during the decisive shot, the irreparable happened – Ernesto looked towards the cup and screamed: “Help, a thief!” Yes, the eliminated grandparents had stolen the wine. Result: the tournament was suspended, and two grandfathers ended up in the emergency room in delirium. In doubt, I flee content. Continuing on my way, I find myself in front of an “ohm” gym. Just as I approach it, a flamboyant instructor catapults me into a yoga class with haste and curses. I don’t know who he mistook me for, but the idea of meditating with girls didn’t displease me. Moreover, clearly my karma for the day was starting to make me more active with the world, and vice versa. To my great surprise, however, I cross the threshold and find myself facing 45 scantily clad girls eagerly waiting for orders from the great yoga master… me! Luckily, I see a poster for the event and read “Master Octon,” so I begin: “Greetings to you, girls. Are you ready to experience this great yoga session with your master Octon?” And they all reply in unison: “Yeeesss!” In the meantime, one of them throws her bra at me and shouts, “This is for you, master!” At that point, noticing that nobody is shocked, I scream, “Would anyone else like to pay tribute to the master?” At that point, no one understood why, but Octon finds himself with 44 bras in addition to the previous one in his hands. “I never would have imagined that such things really happen,” and while my mind wonders how a strange name can influence people, I ask for a brief truce to begin the session. I ask everyone to close their eyes, and I disappear just as the real Octon comes screeching in – his weight was at least double mine. But the funniest thing is that I have his “trophies” and he doesn’t know it. Octon enters proudly like the magician Otelma and screams, “Bring me your chest lids!” And the girls all shout in unison, “Go away, imposter!!” Another brawl, another chuckle, and I disappear even prouder of my conquest and of having exposed an imposter by being an imposter myself.

The day is coming to an end when I am stopped by the police officer with my 45 bras in hand. He was the same officer I had teased that morning and he says to me, “Making conquests, eh?!? But now come with me to the police station, there has been a bra theft and I think you know something about it.” I candidly reply, “But Mr. Officer… they are mine!” Never was a more mistaken phrase uttered. I am dragged to the police station, interrogated and incredibly released because the stolen goods were recovered in another area of the city… apparently near the car of a guest of the “Ohm” gym, a certain “Master Octon”. At that point, the police officer and I apologize to each other and, given the distance, I ask for a ride home. Giovanni, the officer, bids me farewell and I thank him in return, then I turn around, open the door and…

I wake up suddenly. With palpitations and shortness of breath… “My goodness, what a scare!” I say to myself in the mirror… “Another nightmare where I leave the house and act like a fool… These things are not for me.. I’m 60 years old now and I don’t understand which corner of my brain creates these experiences… I can’t take it anymore! Maybe I should stop confessing certain characters, with all the nonsense I hear I’ll end up going crazy!”. And then, with a amused smile, I put on my clerical garb, my black shoes, straightened my collar and said to myself: “my dear recurring nightmare, there’s no such thing as a perfect day, but every day in its own way is perfect, remember that!”

Traveling with Awareness: How to Become a Responsible Tourist

Tourism to unusual places in Italy is opening up new frontiers and opportunities that were once unthinkable for some areas where tourism itself was only a microscopic niche of the local economy.


The big bang of online content dissemination began with the maximization of online content, starting from simple selfies, through specialized blogs, to videos on YouTube and much more, because with a bit of Google and patience, we can get anywhere. We are all involved in a virtual competition that mostly leads us to reveal to our universe of followers the most special places we visit, those treasures that our peninsula knows how to better preserve than many other corners of the globe, and that each of us is proud to have been able to discover.


And yet, as a consequence of such an innocent movement, the outcry grows against too frivolous and unscrupulous tourism that often engages in deplorable behavior towards the environment, disrespectful of the visited place, or worse, towards its inhabitants. All perhaps just to frame oneself in a selfie that can offer half a second of vanity in a whirlwind of virtual hearts.

There is no currency that can repay the damage caused to an ecosystem, whether natural or economic, let alone repay it in “likes.”

So what can we do? Do we arm ourselves with shotguns and protect our lands? Do we take boats and guard the seas and lagoons deploying artillery? Absolutely not!

The solution to obtain common sense from others, I believe, is to appear endowed with common sense to those from whom we demand it.

And for logistical problems, as residents, we must hang on and pull the jackets of the powerful, so that the means of transportation are fair and efficient both for residents and tourists, because one can benefit from the other by finding the right balance (a very strong theme in Pellestrina every year, by the way).

Let’s always remember that the value of a destination is made up of two fundamental factors:

  1. What do I offer?
  2. Who is looking for what I offer? Without these two ingredients, the discussion cannot even begin.

Who is a tourist? It is a traveler driven by leisure or cultural interests towards the places they visit. (source: Treccani.it)

But at this point, do we really know who and what a tourist seeks from a destination? On the flip side, who knows what the destination itself (meaning the territory and population as a whole) expects from the tourist?

Before we go, here’s a list of simple rules that any tourist with a heart should follow:

  1. Remember that a vacation is also a moment of comparison with a different culture. Try to adapt to local customs and habits without imposing your own habits and lifestyles. Being a guest does not mean being the host.
  2. Be decent, from manners to clothing, especially if you will visit places of worship; support local micro-enterprises and discover local crafts or cuisine, you will bring home the real treasures of that country. Be honest and show gratitude.
  3. The place you visit is not your city, but it is part of your same planet. Respect.
  4. Open yourself to the universe you are discovering, interact with the locals, they are the best advisers. Discover their habits, rhythms and life from a new perspective, theirs. Empathize with the residents.
  5. Garbage can be managed well, do not make the traces of your passage barbaric, the garbage is yours until you find a bin. Cleanliness of the ecosystem.
  6. Children can have fun, but call them back when they exaggerate; smoking can be enjoyed, but only if it does not harm others and where permitted, dogs are wonderful, but someone may be afraid of them, remember that. Think about others.
  7. Something may not please you, but it is not always someone’s fault, let’s laugh about it. Keep calm.
  8. The road is not always wide, if you are many, try to line up in the narrowest passages or along the sidewalks. Giving way has never killed anyone.
  9. Prefer local transportation and accommodation activities, they are genuine experiences. Authenticity.
  10. Be honest in your reviews, if a fly disturbs your meal or a waiter appears in your selfie, it does not mean that the place is dirty or the people are rude. Many businesses depend on that damn thumb that, like a sword of Damocles, determines the choices of customers. Honesty.
  11. Your music and voice are undoubtedly beautiful, but moderate the volume. You may like it, but others may not.
  12. Your photos will be beautiful, but the landscape belongs to everyone, take the necessary time without abusing it. Altruism.
  13. Every step contains history, do not steal pieces of the country for your living room window. Protect the discovered treasures.
  14. If something did not please you, if something can and should be improved, let it be known, after all, all municipalities have an email in 2020. Help residents in just battles.
  15. On the return, reflect on the luck you had in discovering so many new things. Authenticity


Download the pdf of the rules for being a responsible tourist for free!

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Exploring Libreria Acqua Alta: A Hidden Treasure of Venice, the Most Beautiful in the World

Dear Dreamers, today I want to talk to you about another place close to my heart, the Libreria Acqua Alta in Venice

Have you never visited it? What a shame! Inside, you will find books from every era and occasion, all displayed in a unique way, with a stack of books here, a bathtub filled with texts there – in short, a source of curiosity at every glance.

You can even look out to the nearby canal and see a gondola pass by simply by climbing a staircase made of books, a unique way of recycling books that have been contaminated by mold or damaged by time.

And where else can you stroke a sleeping cat in a box of postcards in a bookstore? Only here!

If happens to be in Venice, make sure to stop by and visit the Libreria Acqua Alta. I’m sure you’ll thank me later!


The Heart of Venice: Exploring the Symbolic Center of the Universe

I’m not used to posting photos of myself, but this time I’ll make an exception.

First of all, I want to thank Silvia, dear wife, who perfectly captured the moment I wanted just as I had imagined it.

You can feel all the magic, poetry, and history, in fact the stories, that this corner of the world can tell us.

When I stop there for a moment, I feel like I’m at the center of the universe; thanks to this photo, I’ll be able to remember the feeling forever.

❤️ Thank you Punta della Dogana

❤️ See you soon Venice