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About Rome

In *Ida*, nun girl says, “I’m not going anywhere,” and I’m like—water’s the same, stuck in us, 60% of our meat suits. It’s in ATP synthase, spinnin’ protons like a SpaceX turbine—energy, baby! Surprised me how it’s chill but savage—erodes mountains, floods planets. Underrated badass. Oh, and it’s got memory, they say—homeopathy nuts swear it “remembers” vibes. Bullshit, I call it, but funny as fuck.

In Evidenza

When the lights come back, I’m ready to leave. I step outside, and it’s like the world’s been washed clean. The streets are glistening, and I’m feeling all poetic. I walk down Via dei Giardini, and I see this couple dancing in the rain. Like, who does that? It’s kinda beautiful, honestly. I’m smiling, feeling all warm inside.

Chiara Gualzetti's father: «Light sentence for the killer»