ABSTRACT
Some stories are waiting to be told. Some stories occur but lie totally unnoticed. Do they occur even if no one is around to tell them? It is irrelevant to ask why they happened or if they would have not happened otherwise. What is peculiar about the three stories the author going to tell is that they have no ending, but neither do they have a beginning or a middle. They each lie incomplete, fragmentary, dismembered, and the way i can start to tell them is absolutely aleatory; but this is not a justification for their oblivion. This story is as resilient as the convergence or divergence of genders can be. Giacomo and Leonardo were, obviously, two men, but masculine domination of this field of knowledge was not under discussion at that time.
