F – Your whole life inside a puddle?
M – To remember that time you went back 25 years, I was only 2 years old.
F – I’ve only seen you fall into a puddle once since we’ve been together.
M – You made a jump into the past, skipping over everything else?F – Most likely because there wasn’t and there isn’t anything funny about it.It’s me and them, males and females, sometimes I’m the female, other times I’m the man, because I don’t know who I am. An actor? We’re not shooting any movie and I’m not trans. Sometimes I’m Pinco and then Pallina.
F – You’re always the same idiot.M – I play the idiot when it’s needed.
F – I don’t think there’s any need to play the idiot. Maybe you just are one.
M – Impossible, if I’m playing the idiot then I can’t really be one, I’m not what I do.
F – If you do it, you are it, like you say yourself.In other moments, even when nobody asks me to, I play the part of Stanlio and then Ollio. It’s not madness, mine, nor is it my life. I have to do it, it’s the game of roles.
Maybe I’ve watched too many movies.
M – See you at 4:00 PM.F – I’ll be outside the bar at 3:55, I’ll wait 5 minutes and then when you arrive I’ll go inside.
M – It would be better if you went in at 4:00, that way if I’m already inside you’ll see me, and you won’t wait uselessly outside.
F – If you’re inside, how am I supposed to see you from outside?“Thanks for the clarification, but who are you?” I ask myself, since I don’t see anyone.It’s been days that they’ve been talking to me, but I don’t know who I am. Voices in my head, echoing as if it were a crowd being remote-controlled.
F – Why do you lie face down when you sleep?
M – To lose weight, this way I avoid doing abs.F – You’re forcing me to wear a mask.
M – Darling, COVID is over.
F – Not for that, for the gas.
M – I hadn’t thought of that, now that it’s not coming from Russia anymore we get it from…Conversations with very little wit, flaccid like the water flush of a toilet. I hear, I speak, and I listen pointlessly.—Come on, leave me alone with these questions, I have more important things to do—
M – Do you think you make me laugh?
F – You’re the one who thinks so, I believe it, because my wittiness is actually funny.
M – You only believe in GOD, maybe since He loves you, He starts laughing.
F – He’s laughing at my failure, for my jokes He starts crying.For God’s sake, there is no emotion whatsoever in hearing these conversations, I managed to develop considerable empathy only to arrive at this.I can give myself a minimal explanation of how all this began, or perhaps a clue preceding these voices in my brain.One day a person who didn’t present themselves physically, but I only heard their voice, called me and said: “Listen to everything they have to say and reply.” The only thing I asked was: “But who are you?” That was enough for me to never hear that voice from nowhere again.TOTAL CHAOS
F – Shut up, idiot!
M – Enough!
F – I’ve been waiting for you all day.
M – I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t love you anymore…
F – Come on stupid now… why always YOU? You’d like us to go but if maybe… that’s why now I understood… idiot, she was in on it too… but shut up moron… it wasn’t me and then sure, but where, me… run we’re late.—Ignobil, lessi castrum caluri oebe loru, cacastu de lighi oru gaghe roba dele taturi. U oghi la rebi dede leghe gaga lagheste del arosa, titi cucu olbili ghernghe de sesta.—Madness, absolute chaos, continuous overlapping of voices. Enough! Be quiet! After days they increase and it becomes torture.
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