After Toni Sant. On cats and language.

Good timing Bert, ja mascalzone l'int

The book I am writing, as far as possible and practical, will tell the full truth. Well, at least, my own truth, which might be wrong. My life from mid-March till December. Eight books in one. If you would like your name changed (for privacy or protection), let me know your preferred pseudonym. There is plenty of time to decide. -- Important: The characters in the book are not more important than the real people they represent. The major theme of the book is not the Virus, nor Ziju Twanny, Don Pablo, family and friends. The main theme is love and friendship. In the vein of the Greeks and Arabs who wrote of different modes of love. A Mediterranean story.

With a few words on pride, adverts in literature, and the manipulation of Julia Farrugia, who I am ready to forgive. -- Poem via Poetry Foundation, Poem of the day (inbox)

Brim, There is nobody in the attic. Dear literary websites, never forget the name of the translator. Grazie.

My maternal grand-père, who sent Pablito and me to Santa Cesaria, spent three years in hiding during WW2, with fake papers, in a Franciscan school in Millau. The 8ème édition of the Passeport is dedicated to him. Translated by Elizabeth Grech, published by Faï fioc.

Trad. Marc Delouze. Dedicated to Liz Grech, whose Itaca is the same as mine.

Second circle of Dante's Inferno. Con calma. Tanta calma. Followed by a haiku, from Sarajevo 2014.

With a little Pope, Wilde, Petrarca

E qualche contrario, ma pochi. We haven't been this scuscitati (unsewn, chilled) for over two months.