A pranzo con mio cugino D. a casa di zia Bettina, in un paesino arroccato sulle montagne laziali a parlar di poste
About Mariagrazia De Luca
HERE AM I
I was born in Rome some thirty years ago and in the last five I lived in the most amazing island on the planet, Manhattan. The Harlem district, where I ended up casually on my first trip to New York, became a “home,” and I would not change it with any West Village or UES.
The human variety I experience every day, just getting out of the door, electrifies me, oblige me to keep my curiosity towards the world always on. I like to go downstairs and enter a Dominican bodegas where I buy platanos or typical sweets as tres leches and I find myself dancing while I pay to the salesman. Instead, in the corner of 144th Street with Broadway, the Deli is run by Yemen guys. Whenever in the small grocery store, Arabic music transports me to the Middle East. I love this Open Helix Deli, I can even order food at 4am if I’m hungry. In a matter of ten minutes I deliver home a Double Cheeseburger with fries.
Here is my first blog (bilingual and one day perhaps trilingual, because it’s English, Italian and Spanish that I find myself talking every day depending on contexts, interlocutors, and even mood) is born from the willing to tell New York City undoubtedly, but not only. We are always ON THE ROAD. Even when we’re not on the go. We are inevitably exposed to life, encounters, the unforeseen, the falls, the ending “gasoline” leaving us still on foot, On the Road anyway.
The two versions of the blog are not mere translations of one another, but different language sites where the writing process can take unexpected bends. This is especially true for the “Italian” sector, where language that I understand by birth allows me greater freedom of expression, and the narrative trails will be riskyly wilder.
Entries by Mariagrazia De Luca
Un racconto romano, ambientato a Roma e tutto dedicato alla città eterna.
Un bambino al centro della strada. Piangeva tanto forte che mi sono voltata verso di lui con la sensazione di star sognando.
Il corsaro di Manhattan si vendica con il ladro della sua bicicletta, rubandola per la seconda volta.
Oggi sono andato a fare una consegna al 54esimo piano di un edificio di “Hell’s Kitchen”, la cucina dell’Inferno.
Mi chiamo Roberto e faccio il “deliverero” e conosco midtown Manhattan come le mie proprie tasche.
È un racconto ad episodi ispirato da un viaggio nella Città degli Angeli.
Do you guys want to give Edgar Allan Poe a quick visit?
Hundreds of colored post-it notes were attached to the 14th Street subway underpass’ wall
Mariagrazia de Luca
- about 2 weeks agoJoin me in the resistance to Trump and demand that elected officials publicly support #DACA #HereToStay… https://t.co/t40Hh9CSpF
- about 2 years agoThe Madman Theory of North Korea https://t.co/3FATVBUTsR
- about 4 years agoEppure coca, marijuana che gli americani hanno fumato, pippato e ingoiato negli ultimi 25 anni https://t.co/MwPdpU5PPT via @repubblicait