I have often been asking myself the reason why many prefer hating to love. My answer has always been that they do because of their thirst for power. Hate produces fear and fears produce confusion and weakness. Hate harasses people provoking their feeling to be abandoned and their need to be protected. This reaction is such a sudden reaction that none as the time to … Continua a leggere Organized Hate Is Organizing the Social Death

A book in your hands is a friend in your mind. It does not matter if you agree or not with the author’s thought, what matters is that you can confront your own ideas and look for an answer to your questions while you continue asking and answering all you life long, because your life could remain a research and not a limited border. Paper … Continua a leggere Paper Words

  I was thinking how absurd the craving of power is the one which makes the power destructive. Yet,  prisoners of the smoke and bitter smell, coughing and scraping the throat that closes, we suffer the violence of those who do not love the earth and people and, in the dark desire of their omnipotence, annihilate the strength and courage of those who sigh and … Continua a leggere Silly Power

Loneliness is not the absence of the people around you nor the lack of things to do. No, there are plenty of these things and a lot of people just moving and moving around you though they seem to be invisible, though they seem not to have any substance. Loneliness is not the perfect condition where you can collect your thoughts and learn how to … Continua a leggere Unpredictable Loneliness

I know a word, listening, which has become an optional unless you refer to your headphones or your mobiles. To tell the truth, I even don’t know if you are really listening to someone thanks to your instruments to hear or if you are simply fulfilling your mind of sounds and voices which could prevent you from really listening, ultimately. Indeed, if we stopped for … Continua a leggere Listening

Those are not simple stones, they are memories and perspectives. Flames have not burnt useless and empty stones, they have dug the feeling of a stability we desired though we could not feel as real anymore. Art and artists, experts and workers, nobles and poor have been joint by the same passion and love for such a beauty though with different feelings and results. Notre … Continua a leggere Stones

Smiling is never the simple wrinkle of one’s lips in order to show what they don’t feel. You can pretend to show you’re happy laughing ungracefully, but after that sort of  exhibition has finished nothing will remain of your pretended joy. Smiling is not appearing. You don’t smile by your mouth but by your eyes and they never lie because they look in the inside … Continua a leggere Smiling

In this obscene time divided between surveillance and spies, is there still room for a sincere relationship? In this dark time of delators and mud, is there still room for a clean loyalty? In this time of ogres and witches  dressed like for a party but with a black heart, is there still a place for the truth? In this time of misery and dark … Continua a leggere Spied

As actors in a scene we don’t want to perform we remain embarrassed on the stage where no word no movement will never be as natural as possible. We stay there waiting for the play to finish while we hope none should have noticed our detachment from the part we are playing, however certain that if they do nothing can be changed because it has … Continua a leggere The Endless Ended

It is strange to me to be without any words. I’m a writer, I’m a teacher, I’m a journalist… words are my world! How can it be possible to be without words? However it is. It is not that I have forgotten how to speak or tell, nor that I don’t remember the reason of my writing. No, the problem is: are there people who … Continua a leggere No Words