Not keen on the idea of Luca writing about himself?
Not satisfied with this self-biography?
Then you are very welcome to write a proper biography. Who knows who could get this extravagant
idea out there.
I am afraid I would wait a very long time for it.
Or be dead at that point, what fun would it be then?
So, better I get it done myself now, after all I am the only one who knows all what has
happened in my peculiar life.
Why a self biography?
The short answer: because I am the only one who can write it...
Can one trust a self biography?
It depends.
A self biography is a paradox. It takes a whole life to write it,
and the older one gets, the more one could forget about it.
It describes one's life in itself, as you can tell a lot about the person,
by the way he writes about himself.
One can have a terrific life and be a miserable writer.
Incidentally: that's why ghostwriters exist.
No ghosts here for sure [well...let's see...]
unless I have unawarely managed to become the ghost of myself.
One can also be a terrific writer and exalt the most insignificant life on Earth.
Again, I can proudly deny that's my case (regarding being a terrific writer, at least)
Here it comes the most rhetoric question of them all: how much does the author's awareness
of all that above, influence the writing?
The best would be to write it a few years after the own death, well, if one can.
One could reincarnate in another person and write the biography of the previous incarnation, again, if one can.
You could say that it simply takes to get old enough.
You see, that's the problem, I doubt I will ever be grown up enough (in the conventional way of being it)
to be able to reach that detachment and peace of mind.
Or is it detachment not what it is about, rather being fully involved in it, and being right in the flow, in the eye of the tornado?
It is not by chance then, I chose that photo for this biography.
I was, literally, in deep water there (in Venezia actually)
Not with water up to the neck, as it apparently looks like, but in belated meaning for sure.
Was 44 at that time and it is a very good photo of me (read: it makes me look better than in reality),
but it is a bittersweet one.
You can see it, I was smiling, as usual, but suffering inside at the very same time.
A true picture of my life?
Yes and no.
A self biography can only be started with honesty, and my life has been so far a very mixed bag,
no doubt about it.
On the other side, as I use to say when I suddenly pop up again:
"I am not dead, yet!".
Yes, I lived, I live and will live as much as I can.
Isn't it good enough already?
Too often we forget what a miracle life is.
What we have in our hands and bodies, in our minds and hearts.
As an inevitably temporary conclusion at this point: the best self biography might be the one that will never be written, as the author is too busy having a heck of a ball rolling out there in life.
Don't know if I will ever be able to write this one.
Come and visit from time to time, say hello and see how deep down the rabbit water hole my words and pictures
have been reaching, down here.
Cheers,
yours sincerely,
Luca
Beginnings
Just a few random things for now, as I am still experimenting with the layout, and reflecting
about my own life..
Born in Roma (Italia) on November 27th 1961
My birth chart:

It was a Monday, have always been a judicious guy, so I started my life on the first working day
of the week.
Do I need to add: on Friday I was already partying..
Actually I haven't got even a single memory of the first 7 years of my life, so it will be hard
to write something about that time.
I know myself pretty well though, that's why I was kidding about the first Friday of my life.
Tivoli Gardens, København, Danmark - 1995
