Jacopo Ernesto Gasparrini

 
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Visual Artist.
Born and raised in Rome, 1993.
BA in Design and Visual Communication, Politecnico di Torino, Turin, Italy.
MFA in Painting, Accademia di Belle Arti di Brera, Milan, Italy.
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Mexican Astral Connection


I usually think of myself as a depply rational guy. Like... I dom’t believe in a God nor astorlogy nor the existence of a soul and I always feel so fucking embarassed when somebody shows any kind of belief. I’m starting to try to show more respect for other people’s beliefs but I can’t help to be so fucking skeptical about these things.

BTW there’s one thing that happened in my life that really tickles my mental penis. 
It’s my weirdest story and I use it at parties. It’s the final plot twist. 
It started like this:

Once upon a Time....

It was probably 10 years or so... Everybody was new on Facebook and it was a really quiet place. Viral conspiracy theories didn’t exist yet and one used to have like 60 or 80 friends and most of them were peiple you knew offline. Suddenly, a Mexican girl added me. We will call her ︎. She was a real person. Pretty, smart and creative. We talked a lot. We also started videocalling andf we litterally fell in love. We made also cam sex a lot of tiems (way before Covid, I would sauy we were pioneers). We promised each other we woild have met somehow. I told hert I would have gone to Mexico nad she told me the same. Obviously, thix never happend. But I actually really tried!! ︎became an illustrator and she got engaged with an europeam guy (really-??). We never lost contact. 

Omce upon Three Years Ago...

That was the first day of Fine Arts Academy in Milan. You know that shit. You want to become a young emerging italian artist etc etc...You know nobody. You start talking with a couple of werid guys and after a couple of days you will never talk to them anymor.e There was Cataldo, this young 76 years old sicilian boomer, a couple of gurls from Marche and maybe one or two tuscan guys. After the lesson they told me: “hey yeaj we’re going to the cafe reach us and grab a covfefe with us”. I reached them at the Brera Bar. I hate that place. All the tables were  full, but I could recognixe the guys and I sat eith tem. I asked for a voffee. They were talkin about stupid thinfs. Yet there was this guy, he wasn’t in class. We will call hium ︎. He was really nice and elegant. Quiet. Sometimes he used to listen to us chattinf and sometimes started to read a book. I thpught “oh, he must be a shy one”. I strarted talking to him. I’m good at these things. We really enjoyed talking and turns out he didn’t know the guys. He was just sitting alone and since there was no room the academy guys asked him to invade his personal spaces. He was enthusiastic, he was reading a Munari book and I stufied Design so we reallu had somthing to talk about. He took his Nokia 3310 and asked me my number. He said “I’M ORGANIZING A CINEFORUM WITH MY FRENCH HOUSEMATE please joun us.” Sure thing mate. I gave him my number and I met a lot of people that it’s still really precious for my life right now. ︎ is one of my best friends.


Once upon 2020 the fucking Coronavirus happened...

_Yeah you already know the story, right?
Well it was probably mid March. Covid hadn’t spread around yet, it was only a China and Italy problem back then. I was living with my girflriend but we went in a very bad fight right before the big lockdown happend so she was at hr parents in Veneto. I was alone. Maybe somehow I was happy since the thing with her was not going well at all. Anywau I noticed that ︎, was travelling in Europe and put some stories on instagram. I didn’t texted her, but she did.
︎ was nice as always and she was sad and scared of the pandemic. Suddenly she sent me a screenshot of an instagram direct message. “Hey do you know this guy?” she asked. “He sent me this message but I don’t kow him...”

Ita was a WEIRD message. I mean. Very very sweet. like SUPER sweet. But it was in Italian, there were no other messages in the chat and most importantly... it was from ︎.

I was so confused. I noticed at. acertain point that ︎ was following ︎ on instagram, but since ︎ was working, among other thing,s in the arts and ︎ was an illustrator I thought it wasnt that weird. I remembr I thought “Oh well... such a small world!”. hehe.
I told her “fuck! yes! I know him! It’s ︎! That’s WEIRD!” The message was somethig like this: 

“My dear, in all these years yo’ve always been in my brightest thoughts. I saw you’re in Europe. Come in Milan, we may marry again.” 
With immense love
Yours ︎

First reaction: SHOCK
︎ swore she didn’t know ︎ even after showing her some photos of him. I was so intrigued. ︎ and I used to videocall a lot these days so I started askingcasual questions.

“You know... after this mess I’d lioke to travel to some cool places...”
“Oh cool! Where would you go?”
“Oh well.... I was thinking about Mexico...”
“Damn man great place, I went there a couple of years ago with a friend”
Holy fuck.

“Yeah... I saw this cool place with a crazy carnival parade... San Cristobal de las something..”
“San Cristobal de las Casas... that place is dope. I should have spent there 3 days but I spent a week.”
Holy fucking molly.

I was on fire. ︎ was so scared. She had a crazy phase of this life and she was scared she fucked him while on drugs. 
Slowly, she started to remember. 

They met in Mexico one night. ︎ shouldn’t have gone out and she was in pijama. ︎ was out with his friend going around doing crazy alcoholic italian things. They met in this bar, he started talking to her and bought her a beer. he peeled off the beer etiquette and made a ring︎with wich he married her. They spent the night together aaaand thats it. I mean, yeah

I told him. we wnt crazy. How could it be??? 
The’res a stupid theory abot all the people int he world knowing each other for no more than 7 passage.s

Bullshit obviously,
but the shits real


wow.
I mean
WOW


I’ll giv e the reader some more whit space to think about it.












wow 




13.04.2021
Jacopo Ernesto Gasparrini

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