Don’t you know there’s life everywhere? Don’t you see how little we care for it? Don’t you hear the breath of the wind that like a whisper raises from the darkness underneath your certainties? Those are the sounds of the underground voices who are still looking for their rescue from the abyss we are slipping in. Who is there who can still be moved by the … Continua a leggere Don’t you know?

There is a story written on my skin. It doesn’t matter who has lived it or not, however it is written on my skin and deep in my heart because your story is my story and I can’t avoid living it, it is written on my skin too. It’s up to me deciding which side to be with. It is a story of sacrifices, solitude, … Continua a leggere There is a story written on my skin

We say that none can die because of a stupid accident as the one in the disco in Ancona, but they have died. Of course, investigations will be done because the fault and responsibility could be determined; however, none will keep the victims back. They’ve gone, their life finished, their music unheard, their breath switched off. During the research for the truth, they will have … Continua a leggere The Sleepless Seekers of Sense

However your shell could be broken, your mission is life. Whatever the pains and dissatisfactions you bear closed inside your heart, your mission is life. Although your discontent and loneliness make appear everything as lost, your mission is life. I don’t speak about a life lived to be lived, I think about a life which thanks to your strength and courage and duty has surely something … Continua a leggere Mission Life

If there is a sense, tell me what it is. People running everywhere towards a nowhere. Money to increase our thirst for a power which does not exist. Wars to justify the need for a protection we shouldn’t need. Words and proclaims to sell those rights which belong to us and which the silence of the so many nonsense would say better. If there is … Continua a leggere If there is a sense…

In a world of people screaming as eternally amplified by their hidden microphones, living without screaming is more assertive and sincere. Which is the reason of your screaming? To be listened, you could answer, but probably it would be false. People often scream not to let the others hear them, but because they don’t want to listen to the others. They live in a world … Continua a leggere Without Screaming

Absence is not missing and never nostalgia. Absence is the presumed presence in an empty affinity. We can miss someone who has died or gone far away from us, we can feel nostalgia of someone whose presence was a gift of life, but in no way we can miss someone whose being next to us is the dark and silent emptiness of an absence disguised in presence. … Continua a leggere Absence