My name is Donald
A satirical monologue that exposes the mechanisms of post-truth through the voice of Donald Trump. A social analysis disguised as satire on the manipulation of consensus and the construction of alternative reality.
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And what you will do to the least of you…
An uncomfortable Gospel: "And what you do to the least of you..." Politics, Gaza, voiceless children: our faith and humanity are measured here.
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I MUST COMMENT!
You write a harmless "Good morning 🌞" on Facebook. You think you've sent a message of universal peace, a small seed of positivity amidst the digital chaos. You're deluded. In three seconds flat, your good morning is intercepted by the drones of controversy, and the replies rain down: • "Good morning to whom??? Certainly not to me! Speak for yourself!" • "The sun of…
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I DO NOT AUTHORIZE FACEBOOK!
Let's face it: we're all a bit like the guy who shouts "I don't authorize the RAI license fee!" at the turned-off television. The "I don't authorize Facebook" hoax was our way of feeling rebellious, of shouting against the wind, while the web multinationals laughed in our faces. Group therapy for those who have never…
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When the best are silent
Yeats, more than a century ago, wrote words that seem engraved for us today: "The best lack all conviction, the worst are full of passionate intensity." It's not just poetry, it's a diagnosis. It's the x-ray of a world that seems upside down, where ferocity shrieks and kindness remains whispered. The problem isn't...
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A 514-second journey
In an age where everything is measured in clicks and scrolls, I chose to create something that breathes. Something that doesn't bow to the rules of fast consumption. A work that demands time, attention, silence. That asks you to close your eyes. For more than 30 seconds. Much longer. The story begins on September 29th. Ricky Digital creative, musician and…
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Defuse
“"You're too good, Ricky!" How many times have I heard that. The truth is different. I'm not good. I... defuse! I was lucky—yes, lucky—to do my military service. 5/95, in the midst of the Balkan War. July of that year: the Srebrenica genocide. A horror committed just a few hundred...
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A question of love. (And betrayal)
There's a moment, an instant suspended in silence. It's when my fingers rest on the keys, when my hand grasps a pen, when my lips part just a breath away from the microphone. In that instant, all that exists is a relationship between us. Me and her. The idea, the melody, the emotion pressing to escape. It's…
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AI can be disruptive… or supercharged!
There are words that, like stones thrown into a pond, create concentric circles of debate and concern. "Artificial Intelligence" is one of them. We read about it in the news and are presented with disturbing scenarios: young people trapped in conversations with digital entities that push them toward the abyss, psychological disorders born from virtual friendships, delusions fueled by algorithms...
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The art of unlearning (and then having to pay to remember)
Sometimes I stop to think about how complicated it has become to do simple things. We live in extraordinary times, with access to information and tools our grandparents couldn't even dream of. Yet, in this ocean of possibilities, we seem to have lost our bearings on the fundamentals. We've become so accustomed to it...
