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Berlinale 13/9/17 (13 September 2017)

Red ambulance in the corner

No blood whatsoever

A smiling white bench

No gaps between the gaps of its teeth

I live where I leave

I leave when I stay

No identity

For the bodiless entity

A sideways prayer

Always works when you’re not there

Bottled bridge

Your spirit is flowing right below you


Under constant renovation, but not revision

… until one minute before…

… as of one minute after…

One light is enough

Two lights, though, and the world is mine

Retrofuturism at its best

Anticipate the trembling past, be nostalgic of the unattainable future

The dragon is the wave

In the only city that knows how to rave

One by one, all doors will open for you

Will you be ready to walk through them?

A city ready to sail

On a promise she cannot fail

Will they be there for you?

Will they be there to get you?

Scarlet balloon in flames

Rise, burn and liberate me, liberate US!


The day Mario Possa had a talk with Death was a Tuesday (late 2012 – early 2013)

The day Mario Possa had a talk with Death was a Tuesday.

Mario was, as usual, sitting alone at a table in the employees’  canteen of the company he worked for (a multinational financial institution) having an early lunch. The lunch consisted of a rather plain cheese and ham sandwich which was accompanied by a handful of paprika chips. It would have never stricken Mario that the man who came uninvited to join him, sitting at the same table on a chair opposite to his, was Death himself, had not Death had promptly identified Himself.

“Hello Mario. I am Death. I came to talk to you because I need your help.”
Mario could not have anticipated that he would ever meet Death in person and, furthermore, he could not have anticipated that should that ever happen, the first words to come out of his mouth (which was full with half-chewed cheese, ham, lettuce, chips and stale bread) in addressing the Grim Reaper would be: “This had better be a matter of life and death” (In his defence, Mario hated it when his solitary lunch meals were interrupted by an external cause).

“Mario, I lost a bet”, Death went on. “Because of me losing this bet, I will be never able to take you to the other side with me. That means you are stuck here, stuck for good. Or for bad, for that matter.”

“Wait, You said You lost a bet? In which bet my life was at stake? And, if I understood You correctly, am I now supposed to live forever? Well, Death, I have to admit that sounds pretty much great to me! And forgive me for saying what I am going to say, but I really cannot think of anything right now that could motivate me to help You with… whatever it is You may need my help for.”

“Not so fast, Mario, not so fast. You skipping dying is not the only consequence of Me losing this bet. There is another consequence: everyone else, every single human being on this planet with the exception of you, must perish. You will be the last man standing on a, otherwise, human-free world. And you will be eternally bound to this fate of absolute solitude, without being able to do anything about it.”


“Unless… unless, of course, you willingly sacrifice yourself for the sake of your kind”

“Wait… Wait, wait, wait, are You asking me to commit a suicide? That’s absurd! How do I even know that this is not a practical joke or a prank of some sort?”

He had not finished his last sentence, when, before his very eyes, one by one all the other people in the canteen started collapsing. Soon, only him and Death were still standing; or sitting for that matter.

Mario, unable to come to grips with the situation, muttered: “They… they may not be dead, they probably only lost their consciousness…”

“Oh, come on Mario, cut the crap, will you? Listen to me, this is just the beginning; what you see here is already irreversible and there is not much time left before… well, before everyone else dies.”

“So… what was this bet about?”

“I bet with my Counterpart and Employer that if the dullest, loneliest, most miserable man on the face of Earth committed suicide (which I firmly believed was a matter of time), then I would retire; thus granting every other human being eternal life. Otherwise, I would be forced to spare this person’s life forever at the expense of everybody else’s. The latter is what is already happening. And, basically, I sort of lied before; I haven’t quite lost this bet yet and, therefore, this is now my last effort to save the lives of so many. I am asking you to do us all a favor and kill yourself, Mario. I mean, I have been here practically forever and I can assure you that you are by far the most insignificant and indifferent person ever to set foot on this planet. However, think about it; this is the only chance you will ever get to do something meaningful and (even more than that) something heroic and save your fellow men and women from total extinction. Come on, what do you say?”

Mario was devastated. Quite appropriately for Him, Death appeared to be dead serious. His words were really convincing and Mario felt he could not really find a counter-argument against them. Before he would succumb to Death’s morbid request and put an end to his life, however, he had something he needed to ask Him:

“I am ready to do what You are asking me to. There is one last question I have to ask You, though. Please tell me: what happens to You if you lose the bet?”

Death stood silent for a while. Then He said: “If I lose the bet, I shall die; of course, after I have first killed everyone else but you.”

“And what happens to Death when He dies?”

“I hope something not as bad as what will happen to you.”

These were Death’s dying words.