There is a complexity in my head that words cannot explain. On the one hand, the image of new emotions, on the other, the difficulty of giving them an understandable form.I guess this could be the thought of a volcano about to erupt…of course, if the volcano could think.The need to bring out all that is inside of oneself collides with the perception that one’s … Continua a leggere What Is and What Appears
A gift is to discern the stories and the voices in the midst of the blasphemous regurgitation that offends the word and the meaning. A gift is having the patience of recollection and listening without the thirst for exhibition that goes beyond the existence of “we” to go out in the exultation of our only “I”. A gift is the awareness of being able to … Continua a leggere The Unexpected Gift
Leggere un’opera teatrale di William Shakespeare e sentirsi da essa avvolti e coinvolti come se il tempo fosse un eterno presente, è esperienza meravigliosa e affascinante. Avere la possibilità di leggerla in lingua napoletana è un’emozione ancora più forte che non coinvolge solo le emozioni ma le esperienze.Questo è quanto si prova nel leggere la traduzione in napoletano del ‘600 che Eduardo De Filippo ha … Continua a leggere Shakespeare e Napoli: La tempesta, traduzione di Eduardo De Filippo
I wish I could remember the first word I heard when I was born. I don’t know why, but I feel it’s important, like a spark that ignites the time of memory. Still, I don’t remember it.I feel like a maimed, I tell myself that that word could have been the key, the solution to the mystery of my life, the answer to all those … Continua a leggere The First Word
Sometimes you lose track of your thoughts and your life.Everything fades as if the sound of time could slowly erase its voice.These are the moments in which one feels useless and believes that any time spent searching for meaning has been in vain.Yet, these same moments are the ones in which you have the opportunity to grow your personal credibility and your authenticity as much … Continua a leggere Interior Strength
Every morning, with Kim, I find the carefree smile of pranks and jokes that have the scent of innocence, I discover bonds that seemed impossible but which, instead, turn out to be indissoluble.Every morning I find with Kim the strength to look at beautiful and simple things and, through these, enjoy and give signs of life.Every morning I start again, every morning passes dizzyingly. Ogni … Continua a leggere Kim
There is a dimension of being that does not allow for exceptions and for which everyone is and must be fully responsible: honesty.In fact, one cannot claim to attribute the cause of one’s dishonesty to another; if I’m dishonest it’s because I chose it.Dishonesty, in fact, depends on an ethical abandonment which in turn derives from a choice… often of convenience.The point, then, is not … Continua a leggere Honesty
There is a veil which separates me from the others and which does not allow either me or them to fully understand the emotions and expressions of that new dialogue which is established between life and death.It is not a veil woven and hoisted to divide, neither by my hand nor by the hand of others, but it is only the evidence of a detachment … Continua a leggere That Veil Between Us
I due volumi che compongono la storia di “Don Chisciotte della Mancia” (Einaudi, 1956) di Miguel de Cervantes che includono un saggio di Erich Auerbach e sono accompagnati dalle illustrazioni di Gustave Doré, sono di una bellezza raffinata e accurata.Mi piacerebbe scrivere un’analisi letteraria su questo libro che ha mille voci e mille risorse sia dal punto di vista del significato che del significante, ma … Continua a leggere Miguel De Cervantes: Don Chisciotte della Mancia
I just wish every womannever gave upto pronounce her name. Vorrei solo che ogni donnanon rinunciasse maia pronunciare il proprio nome. Continua a leggere 25th November
Writing Is Testifying 