Remember him?

Well, MY mother had ME tested, precisely with a Rorschach, when I was about 15:

I presented no pathologies either, yet a classic Freudian psychoanalysis was advised in support of my personality - one of the best treats life gave me

(in case you were wondering where my attention to the words' morphology comes from:

Freud was probably overestimated as a therapist,

but definitely underestimated as the most incredible linguistic genius of all times, period).

Nonetheless, to this day I stay a tall weirdo with questionable social skills:

after all, we're all only good at the things we care about.

Still not ideal, for someone who needs to communicate what she sees as much as I do.

These past two years especially were insanely lonely,

but also full of solitude's spiritual bliss...

and of you.

Isn't living about what we constantly choose to see?

Those years are over and I need to meet you.

I am going to Milan next week, facing a 12h drive with no stops, all by myself:

whatever, I'm gonna get there.

I'll be presenting my book at the MaMu- Magazzino Musica 

on Tuesday, March 15th

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I'll be teaching a masterclass at my publisher's

-Rugginenti/Volonté&Co.-

on March 16th-17th.

With my following newsletter -coming shortly-

you'll receive all details. Meanwhile...

I am here to ask you, or better beg you, to think:

think for me of just one name

- that of someone in Milan or surroundings

who needs to meet me and my work,

as much as I really need to meet them,

like never before.

I know you have that name in your register.

Please just think of it.

And then please forward them my next email (stay tuned).

Have them show up for me, if you yourself can't. 

That good word you never took the chance to put out for me,

please choose to say it now.

Mars may sometimes act like a crazy,

but it carries within the Renaissance of the Earth.

I promise.

(Talk soon,)

La Maestra