Horoscope Inside the Night

The reasons of a woman live inside her existence — and mine live inside every woman.

I never believed it was possible to conquer a woman. It would be stupid and offensive to even think it. But touching the levers of her weaknesses was not difficult, and everything connected to the unknown, to magic, to alchemy has always represented a powerful attraction for them.

It was the president of my rugby team — a man who had watched me grow up and knew perfectly well certain cognitive, emotional, and empathic skills of mine — who told me we could organize a new business.

He would rent an apartment, put on an Indian turban, and I would play the seer — not the magician, because I didn’t have a degree. Ahahaha.

I was captivated by the idea. But when he told me we would charge money, I had to decline. That fell under several offenses in the penal code — and my family had always kept a close eye on that code, to the point of keeping it in the house, right above the sacred book: the Bible.

So I found a variable. I said we could run this test outside any apartment, in everyday life — and in exchange we would take only feminine graces, by kind concession. Only those.

The Horoscope was the starting point: the 12 zodiac signs with their main characteristics outlined in broad strokes — and the rest was made from one’s own flour. When on the train from Reggio Calabria to Milan I saw him make love inside the compartment with two nuns, I immediately understood the power of the message — and from that moment on I have always operated according to the dispositions of Holy Mother Church.