Stories and News

Stories and News No. 736 I read that Mike Pence, Indiana governor, signed the "Religious Freedom Restoration Act" (more preciously the "religious Objections" bill). This seems to assure people the right to refuse any kind of service to someone if their beliefs do not recognize it his sexual behavior as normal. Think if things were really as well as professionals of fear scream. Imagine what it would mean to live where the straight path is one and only one... Once upon a time there was the reign of normal people. Where things were simple. Clear. Or at worst, dark. Men and women. Regally in that order. Despite the beautiful saying in the very important evenings, the place you sit matters. And so the places you leave to others. Imagine to be wrong person between pure souls. Shaky existence with confused consciousness. And a jumbled morality, perpetually crossed by huge question marks. Imagine the proportions of the sin. Hearing arising questions whe...

Stories and News No. 735 "What are the origins of the pilots???" That is what an Italian politician asked on twitter. Despite the tragic event, hard to stay serious before such question. Nevertheless, overlooking the umpteenth unkempt as clumsy manipulation would be a mistake. There is something rotten in the words and that is not Denmark, because we are not in Hamlet, here. We are in the land without destination... Once upon a time there was the land without destination. Travelers, yes, everyone were so. With or without a valid ticket. With visible or hidden hand luggage. In first class, of course. And all the lower ones, that never end. Because there is always someone behind you. To envy your place. In the land without destination people go each day. In every moment of common living there was someone who exclaimed proudly: I'm going away. Because I can, because this is my land, because I sanctify its boundaries and feeling protected I am the king of ...

Stories and News No. 734 Saturday, 28 March 2015 at 8.30 pm local time will be the eighth edition of Earth Hour , an event created by WWF to raise public awareness on the urgent issue of climate change. 2015 will be remembered for a theft. A theft of words... Once upon a time there was the perfect robbery. That is what earth told the moon the day after, when the latter asked about the hour of darkness , that would have shed light up on the end . Inevitable, but at least postponed. Tell me more, the queen of the night requested. I'm curious. The earth hesitated, fueling suspense in the stars too, the usual abusive spectators. I'll tell you a lot more, she said. I'll tell you everything. That is all the story. I was there and so them . The most arrogant creatures among the terrestrials, the true aliens, the real unwelcome customers. The only illegal citizens that, often, should be expelled. The human beings . Countdown, open curtain and... dark. No total...

Stories and News No. 733 A tourist camped at the north pole to see the solar eclipse was attacked by a polar bear. The man was brought to a nearby hospital with wounds cured in a few weeks. Oh sorry, but you too... Try to understand me. Because if you do not understand, I come to the hospital to end what I started. Oh sorry, you know, but you... You come up to the North Pole to watch the sky? How weird are you guys? Besides other adjectives banned in every state except the south pole. I've always wondered why someone told me that in the latter bears might say what they want, when they want and especially how. The south pole must be the real land of freedom. Maybe, this is also just another illusion, because if you think the best you always image the other part, as the sky above. Oh sorry, but you... I could not avoid to bite your arm. You would have done the same if you was me. Put yourself in my skin, if you've never done. Besides, if you've never done...

Stories and News No. 732 Once upon a time there was a town. A frightening one and this adjective was never righter. Yes, because I speak of the monsters’ city. It was inhabited by monsters. Only monsters. Real monsters, not the stuff that now no longer scares anyone. Becoming ridiculous too. As vampires with plastic teeth and living dead thinking to be really alive. Ghosts who do everything to be seen. Listen. Even touched, everything for believing to exist for real. In the city of monsters, monsters were seriously monstrous. And every day, they scare each other. As a famous monster said, if you do not scream of terror at least once a day, that day is not worth living . However, the day when fear began to run low came. So, the most sadistic monsters among citizens, TV entertainment workers, had the good thought. To recover the dark ability they organized a talent show. That is a contest to elect the scariest monster. On the evening of the final race, contestants wer...

Stories and News No. 731 Once upon a time there was a land. Only the story will tell its name. This one and, maybe, only this. A story with tiny initial and ambitious final. The inhabitants lived with and easy eye in the land. They were called the easy eye people and that was not a coincidence. Nothing escaped to them, when transited before the most celebrated of the senses. His divinity the eyesight . The power who captures the essential and steals the private. Which looks at the close, imagining so far. Never the reverse. Those are the fools by nature and those who become abusing their imagination. But this is stuff for other stories. Let us remain here, or what you will see. Yes, because in the land where the eye reigned, one axiom determined the world. Only what is seen has reason for being . Leave the rest to children, who have long time and courage to be wary of the big picture. So, even in the land the news of the solar eclipse came. This shocked everyone...

Stories and News No. 730 It seems that in China every year twenty thousand children are abducted. Xiao Chaohua’s son disappeared in 2007 and since then the man has never stopped going around with an RV covered with photos of the kid, nurturing the hope of finding him. Even at the cost of just having feed an illusion. That is, a clear defeat... All right. Let’s say I have lost, dear son. That I'll never win. That the most I will get is the compassion for another crazy guy in the world. Infected by an obsession, crazy like many others. To embrace you. Worshiped needle confused in the saddest haystack. Woven with twenty thousand broken dreams. Let’s that this is the way life goes. That crazies are just crazies and living a long time means solid land under the feet, deep pockets and skillful hands. Grasping the graspable, nothing but wonderful ghosts. It will mean that thing will only get worse for me. I know well how it works. Attending fantasy’s frustrations yo...