#gatto sazio

[inzaghisgirlfriend]

[justforthoughts]

Justice is weak and empty.

One cannot win against villains with justice alone.

If merciless justice exists, I'm willing to yield to it.

Even villains long to live in a peaceful world.

However, since that's impossible, I've taken up a new hobby.

Getting rid of garbage.

If I don't do that, people will die, buried underneath the garbage.

There's one last thing I'd like to say from a villain's perspective.

Evil is prevalent and vehement.

- Vincenzo Cassano (Episode 20)

I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS SHOW.

If it hasn't been apparent enough, I adore this show. From the first episode to the last, everything works for me. The casting. The cinematography. The dialogues. The ost. Every single thing hits right. It includes almost all of the tropes I like. The humour is just right for me. And same goes for the dark scenes. I cannot coherently explain how much I love this show. And I've watched plenty of dramas but this will probably remain the best drama I've ever watched. I also love the parallels the show draws. And I also love that it didn't end the usual way and left Vin to be the amazing villain he is and HCY to be the badass lawyer she is. Hands down, the best drama I've ever watched.

AHHHHHH.

Vincenzo (2021) Part Four

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

[ladyverdance]

mad respect for the writers of vincenzo who established him as an incredibly dangerous person in episode one and then spent seventeen whole episodes afterwards exploring every other soft and engaging aspect of him to the extent that everybody forgot he was basically head of the literal mafia. before bringing it home in probably the most satisfying way possible in the last few episodes that he is at heart a sadistic morally gray killer with absolutely no qualms about going all the way when he wants to.

like remember that he gets comments on his knifework remember that he shot a man point blank and tortured countless others and decided that the best way to destroy someone is to first strip them of everything they know and love. remember that he's actually been going easy on these people not because he's trying to be better but because it's a hassle. it's a hassle, guys. that's my gatto sazio btw that's the man who burned someone's livelihood in his very first scene and then just walked away.

[helianthus21]

#i imagine all these mafiosi are just SO CONFUSED#because vincenzo cassano is not known for easily letting someone join The Family (TM)#so this new guy must have some MAD skills right? ...RIGHT?#two poor sods are probably tasked to tail han seo for a day to see where he goes and what he does#maybe this way we'll find out what his talents are#so what was he doing all day? what's the matter? why are you giving me this look? spill it already#well sir first he went sight-seeing then he stayed at a cafe for two hours just reading#also he kept saying annyeong whenever he saw a cute dog#aaaand he ate a whole plate of bucatini all'amatriciana#DAMN HE PROBABLY NOTICED THAT YOU TWO IDIOTS WERE FOLLOWING HIM AND PLAYED YOU#yeah that must be it

@seerya YOU GET IT

the mafia clans around the Cassanos don’t know much about the latest addition to the family except for that one sacred rule: Don’t lay a finger on the capo's brother or you’re dead

[goldenxglamour]

A little surprise in celebration of Vincenzo’s birthday 🎉

In February of 2023, I started writing a little Vincenzo fanfic, just to see if I could. It has since turned into a 22k story, written over many late evenings and put through several revisions. It was an experience that resulted in much personal reflection and learning. After 20 months, I am finally ready to share it.

At the link above you will find a self-indulgent, pre-canon Vincenzo x Reader fic, borne mostly out of, shall we say, fangirl energy. It is intended for those who, like myself, find respite/thrill/joy in the imagined company of a certain Gatto Sazio.

The first three chapters are available now; I will post the rest over the next few weeks.

Thank you to those in the fandom who create such a positive environment, and who consistently encourage engagement with this amazing show. I owe this in part to you as well. Grazie / 감사합니다.

Disclaimer: In no way is Reader meant to replace the one and only Hong Cha-young; the author cherishes her as much as any of us do (except Vinny, obviously). Consider this simply an easy way to temporarily insert oneself into his world.

(Also, to Luca fans: yes, he does appear in this. I couldn’t not put him in.)

[yomersapiens]

L’estate è durata una manciata di giorni e poi è tornata ad essere la solita routine. Sono felice di essere riuscito ad andare a trovare il nonno e quel che resta della nonna. La nonna è diventata come la religione. Puoi vederci qualcosa di nascosto dietro a un segno. Quello può essere un sorriso che ti fa dire "che bello, mi ha riconosciuto". Oppure puoi fare come me e vederci solo una contrazione dei muscoli. Uno spasmo irrazionale. Una settimana a Napoli a inizio giugno, ecco quanto è durata l’estate.

Poi sono rientrato a Vienna a timbrare il cartellino per la solita vita. Mandare curriculum per lavori che non voglio fare e non sono manco più capace di nasconderlo quando mi presento. Anche in quel caso è come con la religione. Io ne ho le palle piene di dover lavorare per vivere, poi, se tu vuoi vederci qualcosa di più profondo e nascosto dietro alla mia faccia scazzata ecco quelli sono affari tuoi.

Se qualcuno mi avesse detto anni fa che un giorno mi sarei ritrovato ad avere un appartamento pieno di piante gli avrei detto che no, non può succedere, non ho tempo da dedicare ad altre cose all’infuori di me. E invece mi sono appassionato. Ho piantato. Lasciato crescere. Pulito e curato. Poi, per rovinare tutto, ho deciso di salvare un gatto. L’ho chiamato Ernesto. Ecco anche questa è una cosa che avevo sempre e solo ipotizzato e mai mi sarei aspettato di rendere reale. Ma doveva essere aiutato e io non riesco a dire di no al pelo rosso. Ci stiamo conoscendo. Distruggerà tutte le mie piante, lo so. Eppure non mi infastidisce. Quando l’ho portato dal veterinario mi ha chiesto di tenerlo fermo, così da poterlo visitare con calma. Avevo le mie mani premute su di lui e mentre lo stringevo ho sentito il suo calore e un senso di fiducia, affetto, dietro ai suoi occhi gialli. Mi ha corrotto. Ho aperto la mia tana a un altro essere, non solo a vegetali.

Continuo a pensare a tutte le mancanze e alle tristezze possibili e immaginabili ma con quelle lacrime ci faccio crescere piante adesso.

Partecipo ai raduni chiamati Critical Mass dove blocchiamo la circolazione delle auto con le nostre biciclette e mi sento bene. La città diventa un'altra cosa quando non ci sono le auto in mezzo. È un fluire costante. Non servono i semafori. Non ci sono i parcheggi. Vorrei ci fossero solo bici e gatti enormi da cavalcare e io cavalcherei Ernesto anche se lui se la prende con calma e dopo pochi salti si accascia al suolo stanco. Ha 9 mesi ma già non gli interessa fare altro oltre al dormire. Come me questa estate da disoccupato.

Quando sono tornato dall'Italia ho portato una valigia piena di Camille. Fosse stato femmina Ernesto forse l'avrai chiamato Camilla da quanto mi piace quel prodotto dolciario. Oppure no, solo Merendina, perché Camilla è già il nome della gatta di mia madre.

Indosso con orgoglio una maglietta delle FS. Quando prendo appuntamenti adesso mi presento sempre con 45 minuti di ritardo. Lo faccio di proposito. Mi siedo, non chiedo neanche scusa, semplicemente indico il logo e "ah ok, giusto, capisco".

Il momento più bello di queste settimane è stato un matrimonio al Belvedere, una specie di villa/reggia/museo. Inutile dire che le sale erano pompose e io completamente fuori luogo, con la mia camicia in lino economico, la catenina tamarra e i tatuaggi. Poi però ho fatto un calcolo, con tutti i soldi che ho speso per tatuarmi forse arrivo alla cifra dell'abito della sposa. Comunque non mi piacciono più i matrimoni. Preferisco mangiare poco e bene. Ad un certo punto hanno detto che se volevamo potevamo girare liberamente per le sale del museo. Io mi sono subito alzato in piedi. Ero ubriaco, sopraffatto dalla bellezza di alcune opere e poi c'era lui, il bacio. Il caro Klimt. Dannatissimo cliché. Sono stato non sono quanto tempo in adorazione, praticamente da solo perché tutti gli altri invitati sono rimasti ai tavoli a ingozzarsi. Sono tornato sazio al mio. Niente mi interessava più. Non ci riusciva la torta nuziale. Non ci riuscivano le tette enormi della cantante di un repertorio musicale melenso e strasentito. Ero pieno. In pace. Lento.

Succede che non riesco a scrivere quando non riesco a stare dietro ai miei pensieri e questo accade sempre più spesso quando non ho un ordine ma semplicemente vivo. Giorno dopo giorno. Ernesto è sotto la scrivania e fa le fusa vicino ai miei piedi. Le piante continuano a crescere, sento le foglie muoversi, fuori piove. Non ho in programma di lasciare questa città al momento e ora, il silenzio è diventato meno silenzioso. E va bene così.

[inzaghisgirlfriend]

This Vinny-as-cat-owner agenda is strong over on ao3. Gatto sazio indeed.

[imlyfie]

Reread  @rosetintednerdglasses’s Greek Mythology Hades/Persephone AU Don’t Bite for the nth time and being the PJO fangirl I got absorbed into Uncle Rick’s Riordanverse again. 

Now I’m thinking how the Characters of Vincenzo would be as Demigods. More specifically Who would be the godly parent of the Vincenzo Cast. Here’s my take on our protagonists.

Vincenzo Cassano / Park Joo hyung

Son of Hades (obviously)

- Lmao, you saw that coming from a mile away didn't you?

- Tbh we all did. 

- His personality trait just fits the traits of a demigod of cabin 13 (ngl as a fellow Scorpio like Vinny I agree with this)

- The entire premise of the story is calling Vincenzo a ‘Monster’ associating him with death so this was a no brainer

- But actually, I had some after thoughts about him being the son of Hephaestus due to his affinity for fire but I personally just took this as a side aspect of Vincenzo with his preferences for destruction.

- His powers would be like Nico Di Angelo’s but also being able to control hellfire and metals. Basically a bit of everything because why not?

POWERS:

The ability to control Hellfire hence his affinity to regular fire which is a mild comparison of his powers and keeps him in check calms him down.

His ability of precious metal manipulation resonates with his desire for gold (let's be real who doesn't want to be rich) but imo in this AU, this greed for money is a partial excuse because gold is his main dealings (just like how he sent like 80 million euro which I can assume to be the value of the gold traded to the Luciano for Cha Young) I think his main dealing with bribery is his domain when it comes to material affinities. And since he can conjure precious metals out of thin air he is never out of money or else how do you explain him getting enough Booralro suits to change here and there every episode when he got robbed in his first five minutes in Korea? Also side headcanon that his lighters are made of gold and platinum, the ones he conjured on his own.

he also can control the undead like Nico, but i think it would bee more watered down, occadionally summoning a kitten skeleton to keep him company in his private office or something.

Umbrakinesis (ability to control the shadows) cool ability I don't think he uses it much unless he is preparing for a combat attack but the side effect is since he does not use it much, this ability of his is only able to be harnessed in darkness. Any flick of light as bright as the billboards in Seoul city or bright street lights can cause him to strain. He can also hence shadow travel but becomes really exhausted.

And just like all children of Hades, he can control the walls of the underworld.

Preferred choice of weapon: Stygian sword and gun

-Vincenzo is more accustomed to death and is both known as the Gatto Sazio and Reaper of Scum in the mafia, the latter name mainly for his affinity of eliminating the betrayers of the Cassanos. 

As the saying goes, “you either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become a villain.” This designation might also give some insight on how Vincenzo is emotionless to killing (since in most cases, rather than death, the killing is what traumatises you) yet Vincenzo Cassano is very mechanical when it comes to his kills, going the extra mile to toy with them. Maybe being the son of the God of Death might be one of the reasons he is so unaffected, though he has trauma through nightmares, it is safe to  say that for the most part he doesn't mind if he has to kill someone, he’ll carry out the order without a second thought if he deems the victim of his kill worthy of death as a consequence for their actions  as if he is almost reaping them. Yes his actions have caused unresolved trauma to him, but he has accepted it, made peace with it. 

Imagine a young 9 year old korean boy who has just assimilated into his new italian life, name and language only to realise that he was emitting strange powers, he could bend shadows and had an affinity for metals (which were not cursed). He would hear stories about the demigods who once roamed the earth and his own family’s ancestry which travelled back to one of the children of the big three. After his parents Matteo and Fiorella Di Angelo were murdered by a freak robbery incident Vincenzo Di Angelo found himself at the Cassano estate holding his family’s only heirloom of their ancestor, the Diary of Nico Di Angelo which contains tips of how to survive as a demigod of the King of the Underworld and a black Stygian sword . Imagine his mentor was a fellow demigod of Nyx, and taught him the ways to defeat monsters if he came across some, imagine him killing enough monsters both magical and mortal that he looks at himself and realises he is still alive, he has lived long enough and killed enough to become a villain forging his own path away from the gods.

Should I write this? Please someone write this so I can die happily.

Hong Cha Young 

Daughter of Eris (goddess of chaos/ mischief and strife)

Another close call but this time with the goddess Nike goddess of victory (because my girl does not like losing). But the more I think about it, our resident crackhead lawyer and her infamous theatrics are the main reason I chose her to be the offspring of this powerful goddess.

Headcanons borrowed and inspired by @pjoheadcanonsbyid65

“Usually very intelligent, able to properly assess any situation. Very good at finding weak spots in defences, in people or armies. those kids who can ask a question at the start of class and send the teacher on a spiral, making them completely forget about their lesson plan. Can send any room into chaos with two words. Make excellent lawyers. Will literally fight over anything”

This has Cha Young’s name written all over it. Though she loves her drama in life by creating it, she has the emotional maturity and can assess situations, has background knowledge and she is willing to create chaos for the fun of it. Just look at ep 6, 15 and 16 for her strong points in relating to this theory. She is a ball of chaos and though more toned down than the riordanverse wiki claims how Eris’ children usually are, Cha Young is pretty spot on with chaos surrounding her.

 Hong Cha Young thrives in the commotion and adrenaline caused by arguments, she is an ace in court because of it. She bribed her witnesses, but in ep one where she decimates her father’s case? All by herself, she wins over her father who has 22 more years of experience than her. She even enjoyed and wanted Pig's blood on Jang Han Seok and when the ensemble screams in shock and disgust she grins and giggles giddily on adrenaline. Want more proof? Look at ep 6 where the tenants cause a scene in court at the gallery, she smirks, she glows in the chaos and she wins. When confronted with Choi Myung Hee she is practically giddy over the accomplishment, mainly fed by the chaos. Hours later she doesn't let go of the scene and laughs about the chaos executed and how the judge gets stung by the Hornets. 

Since being the daughter of Eris means inadvertently she is a granddaughter of goddess Nyx the goddess of Night, she can also to some degree shadow travel and has the constant pull towards Vincenzo for no reason. Though the attraction is one, their magnetic pull is another that can vaguely be traced to their shared power of darkness. Cha Young has never harnessed this, and mainly uses chaos, but I figured Vin teaches her this as well as becoming a villain.

Facts from the Riordan wiki page

Children of Eris can be very unpredictable and persuasive

The children of Eris can shadow travel due to the fact that Eris' mother is Nyx.

13. Children of Eris don't fear the Underworld.

Children of Eris are able to make a room darker due to Nyx being Eris' mother and have the ability of Umbrakinesis.

7. Children of Eris tend to have a rebellious nature because they are fond of chaos and anarchy

Peferred weapon of choice: Most of the time are her pointed high heels which can cause severe damage if struck  by her kick in the place where the sun doesn't shine or a dagger knife or celestial bronze and cursed gold given to her by Eris the gold causes sharp prickling pain that intensifies for an hour before the victim gets treated, however the gold only works on deities and/or non-mortals (though she prefers to stab them in the arms and legs before running away, she doesn't like bloodshed and kept it locked up once she left camp)

Side headcanon: that Cha Young went to camp when young but since Eris’ cabin was not widely recognised she was embarrassed by her godly mother since she was the only Eris kid there, she preferred the woman her father married when she was three, to be her actual mother. Her father was a mess not knowing how to handle her hence he sent her to camp at the age of 10 causing her to bear a grudge against him. She went to camp until 18 where she was studious, even rivalling Athena’s kids in her pursuit to become a lawyer out of spite to beat her father in his own game since she knew very well the topic of law was the only thing that sparked a decent conversation between them, and even that soon spiralled into a fierce argument, and the louder they both got, the more the temper and emotional whirlwinds flared, the stronger she became, she emitted a sheen of confidence, the aura that spells: ‘You fell into my trap, it's too late for you' which she discovered in one of their many arguments being the observant girl she is, and it enhanced her willingness to unleash her dramatic flare.

Vincenzo teaches her to embrace the powers she is born with and the skills she has developed. She learns through this journey with him that your powers are best when put to use for benefit of others doc not define who you are, and if the actions are taken to achieve your goal, and your powers mean the world calls you a villain, then fuck their opinions because you live your life to win it.

[mescryllic]

hmmm joongki can have his own take on his character and you can have your own. his take is as valid as any of ours. and I see people unhappy that he chose monk jeokha over Chayoung? we saw the show, Vincenzo had plenty life affirming conversations with other people. the monk (twice), Mr Tak who he also mentioned in an interview before, in fact if you look closely, he never had a proper one with Chayoung about his guilt and anger. the conversations they had never got there.

I think to joongki she was the person vincenzo loved deeply but unfortunately he is not yet convinced that he fully deserves her love and companionship. and this is what really didn't sit well with shippers. it's a very valid take though, considering what actually played out. I had at one point wished for unrepentant mafia couple cencha, but the last few episodes basically cemented that that was not to be.

how vincenzo internalised his guilt was never fully explored on screen but I'm sure joongki gave it a lot of thought. he knows how awful vincenzo can be, the whole gatto sazio thing? that shit is heinous and some people like to gloss over it. same with his method of torture. he doesn't hand wave it away, takes it in like it matters to his characterisation.

also people forget that this show is called vincenzo, not vincenzo and chayoung. the show is about vincenzo and all the people around him and that includes the plaza people and the villains. he was massively affected by not only Chayoung but everyone in geumga plaza. see how teary he got when secretary nam cried at him leaving. he is attached to all of them. so it's a bit strange when some people insist on interviews to be heavy on cencha when it's very clearly an ensemble drama. joongki has mentioned shaolin soccer and kungfu hustle as references.

I'm enjoying this discourse tbh, I don't necessarily agree with all his takes but I will defend it lol

[deonideatta]

I honestly think yohan would survive it skdjs the man has an infinite supply of uno reverse cards

I would trade my left lung for a cat fight between Yohan and Vincenzo

[songjoongkiss]

Vincenzo: hey sweetie

Chayoung: ciao, mi gatto sazio

Vincenzo: ... who taught you that?

Chayoung: Luca told me that was your nickname

[helianthus21]

some guys from a rivalling mafia clan kidnapping Han-seo and when their boss takes note of it he's like "are you stupid?? you could've kidnapped anyone's brother but you just had to go and kidnap the brother of Vincenzo "gatto sazio" Cassano??"

[letheanriver]

before i fall unconscious i just gotta say that whole gatto sazio speech was big dick energy to the max and exactly how i understood him to be i was SWEATING 🤤

[dacaapo]

assumption: -Vin gets so annoyed when he picks up pair of socks from his drawers that are somehow a slightly different shade of navy/grey/black or one is longer than the other. - Vin would enjoy helping Darlene blowdry and brush her hair - Vin doesn't like super sweet things - Vin forgets that he had made tea and it grows too cold before he can drink it, so he has to start over again - Vin always uses a proper letter opener blade thing to open his mail bc it's neater and satisfying

send me your assumptions / no longer accepting

mismatched socks: / correct!

vin Hates (with a capital H) when his socks don't match. is very particular about his appearance. don fabio had instilled in him, very early on, that how he presented himself to the world would determine how the world would treat him also. (though that may just be an excuse. vin just likes Nice Things.) needs his socks to be in a complete, perfect pair. same maker, same shade, and same length.

brushing her hair: / correct!

vin expresses himself most through acts of service and caretaking. he both enjoys and -- actually -- needs to do these things on the regular. feels wrong, otherwise. after an extremely stressful day, one of the best things vin could probably do for himself and his own mental health is draw a bath for his lover. roll up the sleeves of his dress shirt, tie loosened and suit jacket tossed aside. would stare at their blissed out face as they melt into him when he washes their hair. it'd be the ultimate unwinding and an exercise in control, for him. it'd feel like coming home. a sigh of relief. (for darlene in particular, while they were in oxford, he probably avoided blow-drying her hair, though. didn't like the loud noise and static around her. felt like it disrupted the peace in their routine. probably just towel-dried and combed his fingers through her hair as they sat out on his hotel balcony, after. sipped from the same glass of wine together. watched her hair dry and curl around her ears and jawline like it was the best sunrise he'd ever seen.)

sweet tooth: / nope!

vin actually enjoys sweets lol. in moderation, anyway. likes cakes, desserts, gelato. is a sucker for dark chocolate.

forgetful tea: / kinda??

as someone who's constantly busy and overloaded with Work, vin enjoys... purposeful acts. enjoys those brief moments where he's able to stop and focus his attention on a single task, so that he can enjoy them to their full potential. when he has his morning espresso, he puts everything else down and sits. tastes it -- that bitterness, the temperature, how it feels in his mouth and on his tongue -- and enjoys that reprieve before beginning his day. vin applies that same intensity and focus in sex, in work, and in war. (they don't call him the gatto sazio for nothing.) when he makes up his mind, he does not rush the process. he will enjoy every single second of it. that being said, most of the time he's Too Busy. can only afford brief moments, here and there, where he can truly let himself stop and focus like this. when/if someone makes him tea, he can't (or hasn't yet, maybe he will one day??) bring himself to stop everything else simply to enjoy an entire mug-full. so it'll usually, like you guessed, sit forgotten on his desk as he launches into another meeting or down another rabbit hole of case laws and documents. whenever that happens, though, he'll usually just toss it. doesn't bother with a second attempt tbh. (mun note: he has no problem finishing entire mugs of maxim instant coffee though so 🙄🙄🙄 i think he just doesn't really like tea that much lmao.)

letter opener: / correct!

will always use a letter opener or blade (whichever is available). don fabio was all about rules and manners. if he ever caught vin tearing a letter open, would probably have asked if he had been raised by wolves tbh.

[crisaore]

La mia famiglia

È affascinante come degli esseri viventi così diversi da noi possano entrare nei nostri cuori e divenire a tutti gli effetti parte della famiglia. A me accadde proprio questo, perché mi ero affezionato molto a loro. Voglio condividere la mia storia, ma andiamo con ordine, prima mi presento. Io sono Vaniglia e sono un porcellino d’India (maschio, anche se non si direbbe dal nome, ma questo è un altro racconto). Avevo due animali domestici, due umani di razza mediterranea, mi pare, anche se non me ne intendo molto; avevo un maschio e una femmina. Si è vero, per una cavia come me forse erano un po’ grandi e impegnativi da accudire, ma me ne sono sempre occupato in maniera impeccabile.  Ero abituato a vedere il maschietto dal tetto della mia casettina tutte le mattine alzarsi e porgermi delle belle foglie di insalata, in particolare il radicchio che mi piace tanto. Poi usciva e lo rivedevo più tardi. La femmina era un po’ più sedentaria, infatti mi pareva più in carne. Lei mi coccolava spesso. A turno poi mi pulivano la casa e in quel frangente ne approfittavo per ispezionare l’ambiente in cui li facevo vivere. In casa scorrazzavano anche due gatti abbastanza dispettosi, ma tutto sommato eravamo amici. Non voglio tediarvi oltre con questi preamboli e arrivo al nocciolo della storia. Era un ferragosto più fresco del solito. Erano giorni frenetici per i miei umani perché alla mattina mi mettevano da mangiare e poi uscivano, per rincasare solo alle 17 circa. Quel dì avevano aggiunto anche le carote. Erano stati parecchio gentili con me, tuttavia non mi sentivo in vena di mangiare. Il mio cuore mi dava noia, batteva a un ritmo tutto suo e io avevo molta paura. I gatti, per quanto fossero sempre prodighi di consigli, non avevano soluzioni a quell’impiccio. Continuai a cambiare posizione tutto il giorno ma niente, il dolore non passava e il respiro si riempiva di affanni. Inizialmente nemmeno i miei umani, una volta tornati se ne accorsero, o meglio, pensavano avessi caldo e accesero un marchingegno per rinfrescare l’aria. Nonostante fosse ormai notte sembravano ancora belli arzilli. Il maschio si avvicinò alla mia dimora per allungarmi una razione di cibo ma notò che non avevo nemmeno toccato la colazione. Provò a imboccarmi ma niente. Non riuscivo a farmi capire. La femmina però intuì qualcosa perché era più sensibile ed emotiva e si preoccupò molto. Mi accarezzò più del consueto mentre l’uomo si adoperava per cercare un dottore. Nel frattempo mi misero un po’ a terra. Mi resi conto di essere molto debole in quell’istante. Il brio che mi caratterizzava andava affievolendosi. Mi sentivo fiacco e stremato pur essendo sazio di riposo. Capii che qualcosa in me era cambiato, peggiorato per dirla meglio. Decisi allora di godermi la libertà di quel momento usando gli ultimi brandelli del mio spirito per correre e provare a giocare. Mi sentii emotivamente appagato. La notte era ormai inoltrata quando i miei umani trovarono un pronto soccorso adatto a me. Entrai nel trasportino e senza quasi rendermene conto giungemmo all’ospedale. Ad accogliermi c’erano un vecchio gatto e un’umana col camice bianco. Non sapevano come curarmi. Non potevo essere curato. Il mio cuore era molto debole. Potrà sembrare un segno di follia, ma ero contento: i miei umani erano lì con me. L’ altra faccia della medaglia era che in quella maniera potevo percepire la loro tristezza. Ci fu un maldestro tentativo da parte della donna in bianco di misurarmi la temperatura (avrei preferito evitare un’umiliazione del genere). Il maschio mi accarezzava, mi consolava e nel contempo lo vedevo combattuto perché cercava di nascondere la sua inquietudine per sollevare l’anima affranta della femmina. Terminato il supplizio del termometro mi resi conto di essere ormai agli sgoccioli. Caddi sul lato e mi mancò il respiro. Fu quasi come essere torturato, mi sentivo il cuore esplodere e non vedevo vie d’uscita. A quel punto anche il maschio proruppe in lacrime. Quello che ricordo si va poi frammentando. Ripresi conoscenza su un altro tavolo con indosso una maschera che alleviava il mio dolore. Smisi infine di respirare verso le tre di notte. Non so cosa accadde dopo, ma ho una certezza: non ero triste. Avevo con me la mia famiglia e l’unica cosa di cui avevo bisogno era il loro amore.

[ecofortebraccio]

Scrivo perché ho fame.

Un languore che sazio ingoiando le tante piccole cose che mi capitano nella vita e che per qualche motivo mi restano attaccate addosso. Come la fame, appunto.

Mastico e ingoio: la maleducazione di una persona, l'amore per un gatto che sta per morire, uno snack al posto di un pasto completo, un incontro curioso, dei calzini lavati con del sapone economico ed asciugati di notte con un phon.

Suggestioni e sapori che spesso si mischiano tra loro come la più profumata e sapida delle pietanze. Questa è la mia cena.