They (part three)


The Pnume, by Caza (Philippe Cazaumayou). I found it here.

They: part one

They: part two


In order to supply themselves with oxygen, the Soft Ones had to modify part of their digestive system and start swallowing air: but they did not, because their anatomy allowed them to form new parts with extreme ease. So, they opened small holes in the armour, primitively and typically a pair per segment, inside each of which the exoskeleton invaginated, producing a network of ever-thinner ducts that directly transported oxygen to the individual cells: for this, blood was not at all necessary.
The Soft Ones, albeit with great delay, learned the art of flight, but to do this they had to give up half of the few legs they had. But they didn’t, even though they had plenty of limbs; they simply had to expand a small part of the exoskeleton of two thoracic segments into thin plates and let the exoskeleton of the thorax itself, robust and elastic, be rhythmically deformed by specific sets of muscles so as to move these plates, now specialised in 4 perfect wings, and there was flight. Of course, even these new appendages later had a complex history of transformation according to specific specialisations: one pair of wings transformed back into a robust armour under which the other pair, membranous and suitable for flight, could be folded and stored; in some cases, the protective forewings were equipped with buttons and hermetic closures, so as to make it possible to take off even from the surface of the water, after prolonged immersion. In other cases, one pair of wings reduced its size considerably and became a pair of gyroscopes, very useful for stabilising flight; some species found that their habitat no longer required flight capabilities and so lost them so as not to drag around useless accessories, and so on, always according to astonishing variety and unpredictable possibilities.
Historical successions, observed from a distance, sometimes appear unpredictable and bizarre. Thus, it was that many species returned to water, especially fresh water; these environments are also populated by the Soft Ones, but as a rule the latter simply remained there, while they returned, completely changed. Moreover, the operation did not present any particular difficulties: just as the impermeable armour made it possible to leave the water without drying out, the same armour made it possible to return permanently to immersion without getting wet quickly: all that was needed was to solve the problem of the oxygen supply, and for that minor modifications were needed to the stigma system and to the creation of efficient ways of keeping air bubbles with them, for example under the wings or under specially modified exoskeletal parts. This was the premise for the creation of a high-performance physical gill: the gradual depletion of oxygen in the bubble for respiration continually drew more oxygen from the water to balance the partial pressures of the individual gases. Some of these systems achieved such efficiency that the first air bubble captured was enough for a lifetime.
In a few cases, the Soft Ones only had rudimentary larval forms, considered to be the legacy of primitive situations, since one of the salient evolutionary characteristics of these poorly differentiated beings was the progressive increase in parental care and protection of the offspring; in the most extreme cases the embryos developed inside the mother’s body, emerging from it very late and in a very limited number of specimens, sometimes even a few offspring per mother in the entire life cycle. They were opposites. First of all, each female had an countless, almost incalculable offspring, despite the fact that the life cycle was in most cases limited to just one year; then, even though there were cases of highly developed parental care and even viviparous or ovoviviparous habits, as a rule, they relied on the statistics of large numbers to survive and abandoned their young without making any contact with them: it should be pointed out, moreover, that even the youngest embryos were perfectly capable of looking after themselves. Many spent more time in the larval state than in the adult stage, whose sole purpose was reproduction: this is why there were borderline cases in which the adults did not eat at all and indeed were sometimes mouthless. Conversely, the larvae often had lifestyles of their own and, exasperating the concept of metamorphosis, could even be totally dissimilar to the adults in their appearance, behaviour, way of feeding and choice of habitats in which to live.

In very recent times, within the Soft Ones, a particular species differentiated itself, with bizarre forms, which first described itself as ‘man’ and now, due to obvious psychological problems, as ‘woman and man’. It is a very interesting being, not only because, like some of them, it did build complex yet anarchic and disordered societies, but because it is able to produce and accumulate vast quantities of food.
So, men and women began to work for them, depositing, concentrating and making huge food reserves available to them, of which they sometimes made greater use than the men themselves.



(to be continued)

Italian version

They (part two)


The Pnume, by Caza (Philippe Cazaumayou). I found it here.

They: part one

The Hypothetical barely moved, slowly, orienting itself perpendicular to the position of the star. She sensed that she would soon be hit by direct light rays and wanted to warm up her mechanisms as quickly as possible, to be snappy, efficient, deadly. Her huge eyes made up a complex mosaic of images that her large cerebral ganglion interpreted, but her vision of the world went far beyond the reach of her gaze and filled her in particular with such tastes and smells as to define details completely unknown to the Soft Ones.
They had always been, to all intents and purposes, superior and dominant beings.
Their primordial organisational plan was very simple and rational, almost the minimalist reflection of an extreme order: they were elongated beings, with a fore and hind extremity that was not very differentiated and a marked bilateral symmetry; their body was merely a metameric sequence of a number of similar segments, each with its own muscles and organs: a pair of articulated legs, an excretory system, a nervous ganglion that superintended locally and almost autonomously all operations. They had no need for a circulatory system as we understand it, since they had no blood, and an elongated dorsal pump circulated nutrients directly into the gaps between organs. The latter were made possible by the solid shell that enclosed them like a box.
They soon covered themselves totally with an armour that defended and completely isolated them from the outside world; in some cases, the armour thickened somewhat and became encrusted with carbonate salts, becoming heavy and hard as stone. In other cases, on the contrary, it became lighter and chitinous, exploiting the full potential of a common biopolymer derived from sugars, thus greatly reducing the weight without sacrificing the compactness and functionality of the shell. With the protection of an impenetrable but lightweight shell, now transformed into an exoskeleton with cutting-edge biomechanical features, they were able to dispense with hydrostatic support and to get out of the water, in a sense taking it in, without the risk of desiccation. The efficiency of the system was such that it allowed for a very thorough miniaturisation of the organisms, which was followed by the colonisation of every possible environment or crevice.
Their body structure, in particular due to the presence of the exoskeleton, also proved to be extremely plastic, such that they easily and rapidly developed a virtually infinite potential: never before in that world had so many different species been seen in such an impressive and astounding number.
First of all, many fused together portions of the exoskeleton until they obtained bodies divided into only two or three clearly recognisable portions. Some species, for reasons never clarified, introduced elements of asymmetry into their bodies, with the presence of subdivisions or non-axial appendages. Almost all, finally, reduced or modified their limbs; in the cephalic zone, some articulated appendages changed profoundly, evolving from instruments of locomotion into complex sensorial organs, eyes and antennae, rich in visual, olfactory and tactile nerve endings.
Above all in the cephalic area, but often also in the thorax, other limbs developed robust teeth, proving adequate for tearing and chewing even very hard foodstuffs; some of these components migrated into the mouth cavity; everything was ready to develop a fantastic range of highly efficient mouthparts capable, as the case may be, of piercing wood, armour or soft tissue, or even of sucking, drawing, licking, chewing. The Soft Ones, with their rudimentary teeth or their simple beaks, so monotonously similar to themselves, could never develop anything remotely similar.
The evolutionary radiation involving the legs was simply fantastic: From the original assemblage of a sequence of hard and articulated segments, arranged in a linear way, came bifid limbs, powerful more or less toothed tongs, clawed or suction-clawed tarsi, raptorial elements shaped like a switchblade, rounded attachments for digging, specialised legs for jumping or running, oars for swimming on the surface or underwater, instruments for making sounds, shovels for scraping or picking up fine materials, and so on… Of course, in many cases, the same individual possessed several types of limbs, accumulating their benefits. Needless to say, the exoskeletal structure with mechanically perfect condyles made it possible to realise leverage systems that were engineeringly incomparable to similar mechanisms of the Soft Ones: the performance in running, jumping, flying and, more generally, the power developed under the same conditions was orders of magnitude different.



(They: part three)

Italian version



The Pnume, by Caza (Philippe Cazaumayou). I found it here.


— A Phung!

It was over eight feet in height, in its soft black hat and black cloak, like a giant grasshopper in magisterial vestments.

Reith studied the face, watching the slow working of chitinous plates around the blunt lower section of the face. It watched the Green Chasch with brooding detachment, though they crouched over their pots not ten yards away…

Jack Vance, Servants of the Wankh


When she, the Hypothetical, unseen, awoke and began to chirp, whispering the plot of this tale, no one listened to her, no one heard her. No sound came out of her mouth and she had no nostrils or lungs from which to solicit sighs: she was in absolute silence except for the squeal of her knuckled femurs against the edge of her abdomen. Nothing and no one sensed her. Of course, she didn’t care: none of her actions had ever been connected in the slightest with evaluation, reasoning, imagined purposes or possibility. She, like her entire lineage, had never needed motivation, on the contrary: everything was simply done because it had to be done, and that’s all; everything was acted out or happened with the same unconscious and mechanical rigidity as the vegetative reflex of breathing, which made her pulsate rhythmically, making the plates of the armour that covered her abdomen move away and closer.

She had recently rebuilt a portion of her internal organs, the portion that had dissolved and on which she fed during the long diapause when she had fallen asleep to escape the rigours of the bad season.

She was in the circadian phase when odours were more intense and biological activity became fast, frenetic. She sensed the position of prey miles away, even before she could see them, but she did not yet feel the need to feed, so there was no obligation to do so. She just didn’t do it. The ultraviolet rays of the nearest star could not reach the solid surface of the planet due to a dense vapour barrier; however, she, like many of them, had the ability to discriminate the different polarisations of light so that, by simply removing any reflected or refracted rays from the visual spectrum, she always knew exactly where the star was. That is to say that she always knew exactly at what moment of the circadian phase she was and where she was.

They were old, very old or, rather, they were ancient. Unimaginably ancient. Over 500 million years earlier they had already differentiated into an endless multitude of forms. They were probably even older: perhaps their origin dated back 600 million years… perhaps even more. It was not known for certain, but it was probable that they had evolved from a species of velvety, metameric but limbless worms that had taken possession of the ancient world of Gondwana and still survived with some 200 species, living mostly in the litter of the great tropical and equatorial forests, marking, almost exactly, the boundaries of those ancient lands of which the present continental aggregates no longer gave any evidence. Those primordial organisms, still proceeded on a kind of lump with claws but no joints, had thus passed an unimaginable time span without appreciable variations and were now devoted to hunting prey that they paralysed with a stream of sticky mucus secreted from the oral cavity.


It was also possible that Hallucigenia, that curious and freaky life-form whose name itself already indicated so much, a being from the seabed standing on a series of even flexible appendages, endowed on its back with as many sticks resembling long, sharp spines, had been born along the same phyletic line as them.


Whatever it was, they had appeared in the primordial ocean, like every form of life that inhabited that young planet, covered for the most part by water; their structure, however, was already predisposed to the passage over to dry land, so that when the first vegetation, well before the conception of roots and leaves, of flowers and pollen and fruits and scents, began the slow colonisation of the land, they invaded the ancient continents, over 400 million years earlier.

In other words, they were much older than the Soft Ones and came out of the water long before the latter, millions of years earlier. So, more than 300 million years before the Hypothetical awakened to the sun, they had already differentiated into a multitude of species entirely analogous to the present ones, while the Soft Ones only after another 50 million years began to drag themselves slowly and awkwardly along the beaches, with a small vanguard composed of crude fish-like amphibious beings with inefficient and primitive legs. But by that time, when the Soft Ones also arrived, millions of billions of them already populated the land everywhere.


(They: part two)

Italian version


Eucie, by Armadir

Eucie, in a photo by Armadir Woodelf.

Gorgeous girl as a fresh spring pure breeze
near me dances and bounces so that
I’m upset, I am puzzled, aroused
as a morning ground waiting for rain

You are a sylph made with gentle sweet breath
nature’s strength, pure essence yet a woman
please embrace me, hug me as a cloud
so I’ll be less dark and sad, heavy, bad

Wrap your skin around me, feel my one
do protect my soul from nasty thoughts
see how much I need sweet honey things,
see how much I am only desire.

Then my reason gets control again
and I feel myself silly, dumb, poor
as if I hadn’t seen my soul safe.
Thank you sweet gorgeous girl, anyway

SL, Elven Forest, January, 27th 2022

Tin wind vane creaks

Copia di IMG_1296-min

JB, 2009. No neat night, but that’s the same roof.

How the tin wind vane creaks
when the wind turns around
messy like without way
in this so neat dark night

It groans shrill and its face
turns the other way with
no point to look at, with
nothing that could be sense

I am like it when I
watch around without be
inside my gaze, so that
I long for useless lives

Following any changes
of the wind this clear night
makes my rusty heart creak,
useless life toward death

December, 27th 2021

Italian version

Serious pink

serious pink (3)-min

JB, 2021

When I saw those flowers I had to think to my usual wishes, yet there is a new fact to consider: a very close person is risking to lose an eye …

Serious pink as live flesh on dark bark
maybe last flowers before that gold:
wintersweet will give us winter’s joy
yet it will be into another year

Crimson pink, bloody flesh on dark bark
Juda tree that’ gets wrong so thinks bad
and October is seen like new spring:
this late autumn becomes as were March

Crimson serious pink, flesh as desire,
it’s skin wishing your skin, it’s my need,
it’s my wait and my hope.
It’s my reality and my dream too

Now a pink flower springs up and comes
as unhoped-for life, as a gift
whilst new winter draws near these weird days
silent days when light loses its way

October, 23rd 2021




I wrote today stuff after I saw Catherine pic and words on her blog, here. This pic is by her.

Our eyes often cannot see how
the real world is, as when falling rain
flows across window’s glasses so that
all things change into hazy pale forms

And so often my eyes don’t see how
real things, people and thoughts truly are
as when rain falls on my windshield and
changes roads to perverted bad dreams

Human eyes seem built to do not see
the world that is beyond their small glasses
rough and imprecise shapes of each thing
become dream, nightmare, not real facts

Please, cut off cataracts from my eyes,
from my mind so that I will can see
iuxta propria principia Your world,
finding in it my true sense, my way


on the WEB, visiting Catherine blog, October, 15th 2021





JB 2021. Horror Museum: the last SL Terry work

Kristine suggested me this intriguing word: gaslight.

She also sent me this link, because I did not undersand what she meant. This is my silly joke (?) about it.


Gaslight might
be as an evil sight
burning air
old trace of
something live
no more fight
Death who bites

Gaslight is
something old,
aged word with weird taste
in the night

A pale lamp, steampunk stuff
something yellow
in the dark heavy fog
at the docks
pain and blight

Maybe ill brightness as
a thin cloud
like a bad fairy light
lost and creepy landscapes
maybe green, maybe yellow
as a ghost
maybe like fireflys cloud
bluish flame on wild field
a fire that does not burn
greenish grass or dead shrubs
dried plants
fruit of hidden decay
underground, rubbish rot
corpses trace

Gaslights change colours, things
make reality weird
so we fail, full of doubts.
Someone acts like gaslight

Psychological crime
that ruins our minds
in this new bad pale world
making me be unsure
about me
falsifying real life
and reality too

Puzzling fire, scary fire
sign of death
with no smoke
a ghost that has no face
without shape

Gaslight might
be as an evil sight
burning air
old trace of
something live
no more fight
Death who bites


my home, October, 7th 2021


Terry’s Empty chairs

Terry empty chairs Cover

My friend Terry made into Second Life this art installation, where as usual she is her model. It moved me, especially for the sweet sadness and the melancholy of all the installation, that looks at something no more (or not yet?) there.

After I wrote my text, I knew that Terry dedicated her installation to her dad.

(to Terry with affection)

White smooth skin, baked clay,                    1 Terry empty chairs Terry
modest and statuesque, you wear
only crimson nail polish.
A mask always occludes your mouth

No words and no caresses,
no kiss can warm your lips
sealed in stunned stasis.
Each thing is only silence of absence

You’re alone, wandering empty rooms,
with no friends, mates, companions around.
Antique pink on the walls contrasts with
your so pale, delicate, marble flower

2 Terry empty chairs Frames

Black frames say deep dark space:
they tell it as thick, worrying
empty sockets that lost any memories
about who lived there, into their picture

3 Terry empty chairs Garden

You do live a green dream, colours and
gentle birds hovering in the air
like a breeze thickening nice presences,
chirps that are given to joyful love

4 Terry empty chairs prospects 3

Then a spectrum of empty prospects,
lifeless too, follows the garden where
there are colours and light and birds, joy:
follows it, closes it with stress, anguish

Benches sit down inside a dark park
and so many chairs stacked or spread
through the empty night streets, waiting for,
without one who enjoys or lives them

5 Terry empty chairs Vespa

Like those chairs, an alone empty Vespa.
You watch it, maybe thinking of someone
dead, not here, maybe a friend that taught you
to fish,
when you were only a child

A strange feeling makes turgid my breasts
as I look at your so gorgeous body
I’m lame and very small and I feel
your skin close to me and it’s ice cold

SL, Osta Nimosa, August, 24th 2021

Italian version

So short skirts


Of course, no pic here!



Girls walk across my street, they display
so short skirts and suntanned skin, legs
slender, beautiful, young and quite firm.
Their hair is fresh as smiles in the wind

Others go with light top, short pants and
sneakers. They move light and steadfast: they
go to run along canal towpaths
alone with their thoughts, hopes and their faiths

Each leap is a soft dance of their chests,
guiltless bounce, free and cute as birds jumps.
Their race moves also me, in my deep
and I feel languor and a strange sweetness

Then a desire for love takes me strongly
as a mind trap and I dream caresses
on my thickening and hungry skin
and it thrills and vibrates like a shiver

I will look for your warmth tonight, please:
do not withdraw from me, give me peace,
don’t leave me in my naughty bad dreams
give me peace and comfort my wild flesh


August, 23rd 2021


Italian version