Ognio is a small town in the mountains just behind Genova. A good friend of mine built a house there. Before the house was there, though, they only stayed in a small wooden hut, where it was cold, it was warm, it was small but it was cozy. Many times have we met in that hut to chat, make music, party and just relax. Many special moments are associated with that hut.

But it so happens that two other friends, who often enjoyed the cozyness of the hut, where scared that this hut would fall in disuse, and with it, all the special moments associated with it would be but a remembrance of the past. And so they wrote this poem. They were even hoping to put some melody/harmony to it, but I doubt this will ever happen.

Now that the house is finished though, the hut is still used, although in rarer ocassions. The energy of the area is still very similar, despite the presence of the whole family, and there are still special nights and moments happening up there.

An extract from Thomas Moore's Care of the Soul. Irena sent me this article in June of 2004. I enjoyed it! Forget about the content, if you don't agree with it: it's very well written.

My very good friend Mauro was inspired by this name Alice and wrote this little silly vulgar poem. We sort of did it toghether, but he did most of it.

This story is completely ficticious and has nothing to do with reality. The main characther's name, Alice, doesn't exist, as it was solely picked for rhyme purpouses.

This is a Brazilian song, associated with carneval. A good friend of mine, Federico, once sent me this text translated in an Italian dialect, the Manarolese.

brillig.org is the domain name that Alex chose for his servers in California, where I am hosting this site. My friend Federico always thought this was a funny name, and joked alot about it. One day I guess he was inspired, and composed this little poem in German.

Araci is a real special person, and friend of my sister. Sometimes she gets these real positive energies, and we all get to appreciate it. This email was really good: I was touched when I first read it.

I dated Corina. We both dated. We were dating. I hurt her a lot. For whatever reason. After, it was very hard for her. She expressed her state of being in this email. Very well written.

During this period Stacy was writing quite a bit. She was really digging it, and was convinced of what she was doing. I never really bonded too much with her writing, but apprecieated it nonethelss.

This was a little Post-it note pad filled with writings that was written around the second half of September 2001. I got it in the mail when I was in Italy.

The author speaks in an email: The following letter was written by my friend adrian and myself to the super-snide hyper-hip Seattle weekly "The Stranger" in hopes of publication in the I, Anonymous column.

This is a part of a bigger writing project Francesca was working on. I wonder how far she got... I would like to read the whole thing!

Lina writes in Portuguese!